I ask my Love if I will ever have to choose between him and my dreams, because some stupid combination of nature, nurture and life experience makes me believe that it is my lot to support and encourage someone else without ever being allowed to ask the same in return.
He says, "No, mama. No." Then caresses my cheek and kisses me.
He's a good man. And lucky for him, you're a good woman. How perfect that you found one another.
Posted by: Sarah | 02/15/2010 at 06:08 PM
Thanks friend!
Posted by: Stacia | 02/15/2010 at 08:09 PM