I want to jump in with both feet. Love with abandon. Move in to the home we bought together but never got to live in together. Decorate. Plan. Dream. Live.
A fresh start; a second chance. Basically, I want to run back to Fantasyland where everything is all pretty roses- and no thorns.
I wouldn’t say I’m scared. I no longer live based on fear. But, I am cautious. I know my tendency to make decisions based on emotion. To jump into things too fast because my heart runs way ahead of my head.
Yes, you said everything I wanted to hear. I’ve even seen evidence- “fruits of repentance” and all of that. We are getting along perfectly. Things are great. It’s like it was in the beginning- before the trials, trauma, tragedy, or the mundane chores of the daily grind came our way.
Is it a second honeymoon period? Will we go back to that dark, ugly, desperate place? Worse than roommates. Enemies, really. I don’t want to go back. I won’t go back.
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