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Current Past First --- Host |
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I am doing a little mental exercise I like to do. Think of Her and my time there and thinking about various things that happened. Then I also read various journals to try to remember the pain of feeling useless to her. I poured over hers and various other people's journals for years, but when it was my time, again, was completely different. One word to describe it is Love. We cuddled, she slept beside me, protected me. I hated some parts of it. The thing I miss most it the feeling of being loved, protected, and always having a place in the world....without a doubt in my mind. There was a smell that used to come to me and make a torrent of feelings come back, it seems like forever since I have remembered that smell. Thank you always~ |