It was the first night since January 1, 2014 that I had let myself cry.
Through it all I had sedated myself with alcohol and sheer exhaustion. Losing myself in work. I had seen him since then… Two nights that the dark winds carried me back to his arms like a magnetic polarity always bringing me back. It was there I belonged and there I called home.Nothing else mattered. Nothing else meant more to me than him. Nothing could heal me like he did. Not that I was always looking to be healed - but that my heart could sleep in his arms and my restlessness vanished. I could finally breathe again. Maybe I was a stupid little girl like they said…that when you are 17 you know nothing about life.. nothing about who you want to marry or who you want to be. But for me… I had always known. There was never a second though about where I belonged… never a question.
I had always questioned everything from the color of my hair to the job at which I slaved away every day… but not once had I thought twice about who I loved. I knew. For once in my life and without explanation I knew what I wanted. I had always known.