He told me he loved me again tonight. Again. He loved me. I was quiet for a while and he asked what was wrong.
You love the parts of me you said you always would. But you’re not in love with me anymore.
I smiled, I gently closed the door- and that was it. I owned it. That moment, the peace of knowing- it’s only limbo if you step onto the tightrope of what if’s. I relish the smaller victories. The ways in which I’m learning, developing, growing. I relish the moments- but most of all? I relish the little actions- like opening your hand finger by finger, extending out and taking small pieces back unto myself. I am opening… I am extending.
I cut my hair off. It’s my small step. And the flicks of hair near my ears and my face, make me feel open, beautiful and confident. I feel like it says- Here Is My Face.
Here I Am.
