I find myself wanting and needing all these things that I was once afraid to even dream about.
I am finding the courage to say I need my hand held.
and my back rubbed.
That I want to share my life with people that matter and who care.
I am becoming aware that I crave the touch of another person who knows me and puts in the work to know me even better.
I am picturing Christmases and Memorial Day weekends filled with joy and family.
Sharing Tuesday night dinners that are so routine but yet amazing simply because it shows me I can depend on something and someone.
I am overcoming the delusion that I want navigate this life by myself.
I know that can…but I choose not to.
The scariest thing is not saying that I want a life that is surrounded by love and that I need to be loved.
The scariest thing is living a life devoid of love.
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love” ~ I Corinthians 13:13