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Previous - this entry written on October 16, 2004 at 4:54 pm - Next ...and I can be furious, hurting, eyes red and chest tight, feeling as if nothing in the world can make everything ok... ...and then something does. This is why I keep him, do you hear, world? Because eventually I am smiling, my tears gone, three words leaving my body heated, eyes bright. Because somehow he DID make it ok. Because now that I'm calm I can see my own overreaction. Because. Because I want to. The universe has a lot to answer for. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
