Autumn is a hard season for me...
I've always loved the fall, the changing colors, the crispness of the air, the anticipation of the festive season drawing near. But, after 2006, the year I met the beloved one, autumn is merely a constant reminder of the fearful journey I began with him.
Today, I'll be remembering the wonder and the joy of what happened on this day now 16 years hence. Up until that day, I had dreamed of love, and perhaps even had a brush with an illusion of it, but I knew then, as I know now, that this was something different, something more real than even I had ever imagined.
And now, 16 years hence, as I lie awake next to my "husband" in the still of the night, I think of "him" and realize that I don't own my heart, I gave it away then and "he" still has it... And somehow, I'm fine with that.
I am always remembering... and my greatest fear is that I may not live long enough to forget.
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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