Life, as defined by me
September 29, 2011
Is okay. Is great. I finally am getting what I asked for. It doesn’t feel the same.
As wanting it or as fighting for it. But at the same time it does. It feels like it’s worth it.
I feel the love and I’m happy. But at the back of my mind, it feels like I’m about to fall and I should catch myself now.
It’s great. We’re us. Why should there be more to ask for?
I knew the answer to this before I could even finish.
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