When we first moved here, I had an ache in my heart because I missed home. I felt like I left a piece of me there. The feeling continued but I became used to the ache, I imagine that is normal for most.
Now, that ache isn't there, at all. I have no want to move back.
I think it's because I have Master...he is more than my husband now.
It's crazy to think I have opened up more in the past ten months than I did in twelve years. It's sad actually. I should have given him more.
I mean, what does that say about me? Twelve years. TWELVE. Twelve years I kept myself from him.
I know, I know, we are not there anymore so there's is no reason to linger on such things.
I'm happy now. And I'm happy to know that no matter where I am, as long as it is with him, I will be at home. But that's kind of scary too, for reasons I'm going to force myself not to think about.
I can't help but think of a song -it's an oldie (but not that old!)- because I am so blessed and this is how it was meant to be. Anyway, here's the song...