Just when I am feeling sorry for myself.... and I mean REALLY feeling sorry for myself, really IN it, drowning myself in it, swirling around in the gloom and getting lost in the darkness.....
I am greeted by my light.
I wander into the kitchen to find dinner and candlelight and wine.
Cause he knew that it was what I needed.
And we talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company.
Cause that's what we do.
He is my soft place to land.
My strength and my hope.
My everything.
Fugs & Pieces, November 22, 2024
1 day ago
2 comments:
Awww! That's so sweet. And so cool! What a great guy.
ummmm. that is not fair. i refuse to cry thinking about you and rich.
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