How foolish would I be to not see this?
Oh, how lucky am I to be where I am right now? With fear in my heart dictating my every move—how lucky am I to be around the ones who remind me who I am, how lucky am I to be with you? How lucky am I to spend all my time after the worst fight with love like you. How lucky am I to be reminded, instantly, that love is more than the bare minimum—and that the right love, in all its quiet ways, warms my heart. How lucky am I to scream at the top of my lungs about a man’s mess with you? For you to remind me that love is more than the bare minimum, and for me to do that for you. To meet you, hold you, pour out my heart. To laugh through the confusion, to create more memories with you. How lucky am I to have a call scheduled with you, to discuss together the bad decisions we make? Because life was never about avoiding bad decisions or escaping bad days. It was always about being able to spend the bad days with someone, talk about it more than once as bad parts of life be, and change th...
