Who we are.




He is home.
Safe.
In my bed.
Teeth grinding.
Again.

It's so quiet.
It's never quiet.
Until now.

I don't know who I am.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know what to do.

but.
I know I have him.
and even though things didn't go the way they were supposed to.
He is loved.
I am loved.

It's all that matters.
It's all that should matter.
But it's never enough.

I want more.
That's so greedy.
Truth.

I am lucky.
In some ways.
Him not so much.
and that hurts to know that.


Love.

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Hello..this is my blog. I bought this fancy theme and I don't know what to write here just yet. Maybe one day remind me I have to write something inspiring here?

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