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My husband is wonderful.
I can’t wait to see what we’d look like 17 years from now.
He constitues me into whole.
These days I wonder why individuals remain that way. What use to look like independence to me, now seems broken. I keep saying to myself don’t they want to be made whole?
It’s not that hard to pick somebody, stick with that body, commit to that body. Or maybe it is, and maybe I’m just blessed.
To have, to hold, to appreciate…my dearly beloved.
