I am making my way out of the dark and standing tall, skipping into daylight. There is no going back.
I need you to trust the journey.
I can’t get enough of you. The things you do, the things I do, the things we do.
Healing traumatic stress takes time. It isn’t linear.
No matter what choice you and I make, we will be okay.
Regardless of how love unfolded, trust me when I say that it was real.
It’s been a few months now, months in which I have learned and grown. Months in which I learned to never chase what doesn’t want to be caught because what is meant to be yours will always be.
I am lucky to have had these moments. To have learned from these moments, to have taken the lessons and let anything else.
Maybe today your journey is about finding the strength to get up in the morning, make your way to serve yourself a cup of coffee while you let the warmth of the elixir nurture you. Or maybe today you don’t get out of bed at all.
I like the way you stay consistent, it makes building feel stable.