Somewhere in all the confusion, of me blaming you and you blaming me, we failed at something larger. Love. My goal to protect myself and make you wrong means that we miss out on ‘all this love’. Ah well, what is shall be. Tomorrow, I’ll remember that you are love divine and what I felt was just my own insecurities. You can go on blaming me. That’s ok, it’s where we are right now, and I’ll honor that for you.
Even the bad turns out good in the end. I LOVE YOU. I CAN”T IMAGINE HAVING IT ANY OTHER WAY.
This is as close to poetry as I get folks, so I’m going to throw it into the poetry category.
In other news: My face looks awesome again. Face peeling over. Glossy Leanne is back.