He Is
Saturday, August 6th, 2005I felt something in him I have never felt with anyone.
We don’t choose who we fall in love with. It happens, sometimes you know it, sometimes it has to hit you in the head. I simply felt the goodness in him, the dependency and vulnerability he has. Then without knowing how, or why, it happened.
It’s not perfect. I don’t intend it to be. It’s tough work and will exhaust your patience. And yes, though I complain sometimes, I choose to fight. What I have… he is.
