Going to bed the night before, my heart was bleeding. We both felt insecure, hurt, alone, needing the love that we so many times had felt. Promising her that I would hold her close. The last thing I remember is climbing into bed.
Waking to alarm pounding in my head, I immediately felt alone, even with her next to me. I felt again that I broke her heart, falling fast asleep the night before. Never kissing her, telling her that I do love her and comforting her hurting soul.
She never awakens easily, but then her hand reached out to my body. Touching me, showing that even though our hearts bleed. The simple touch of her hand can begin to melt away the scars that were left the day before.
Friday, March 7, 2008
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It is always important to remember that the fact the something is injured doesn't mean it's ruined. Even the strongest bone can be broken, but with a little bit of support, the tissues knit back together, stronger than they were to begin with. The two of you can be each other's splint, holding fast together, allowing your love to heal the wounds and smooth the scars. You are lucky to have each other.
At first I thought maybe I should apologize for sneaking back into your blog and stealing a copy of your link, so I could put it on my
blog and keep in touch with how you are going. But I am not apologizing, I like what you have to say and write and want to check occaisionally if you have updated.
I was amazed that you like my story 'A Moment In Time', pleased as well. Thank you for leaving that comment.
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