Things have started to change- you know, on this roller coaster I call life, you call love, I call prison. One day I'm in the dumps: hurting, aching, moaning and wanting for another life, another chance at something different, and then in the next moment, I'm content, not happy, but content. And for me, for US, that's good enough. To just be something other than mad at each other. To be able to come home and know that No, I'm not walking into another argument that's just an extension of last nights, and No, I'm not afraid to even walk past the door for fear or getting some horrible headache.
It's been different. Different in a good way lately, in a way that I hope never will pass.
When I walk into the house, I'm greeted of course by my wonderful kid's smiles and hugs and kisses, but now by a smile as wide as my own. By a hug as tender as it is filled with love. And by compassion that's starting to sweep me off my feet. I like this. Like this feeling, and I never know how long it's ever gonna last so I wanna savour it. Enjoy every single delectable bite. I wanna take this dream life I've been living over the last couple of days and make it all my own.
I wish he knew how much easier and better it made my life when we were "this" way. How good I feel throughout the day just knowing I have him there to come home to.
It's wonderful, and I never want it to end.
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