So T today was like, I guess poets only write about sad stuff. (Because I haven't written in so long) Well, nope! Each day with him, I am learning and growing. What a wonderful thing to be constantly evolving, it is such an adventure and I'm pretty sure I don't want it to stop.
I'm new at this, the whole opening up forever.
You're teaching me.
Yes, everyday is different. Everyday is new.
I wake up each morning.
Always, always needing you.
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine