And in the evening the pressure of the last few days and the madness all around me make mereach out to you.. to touch, to sit and chatter... fallinginto our habitual ease.. nothing ontroversial... just enjoying the touch..needing to be with you.. aching for the comfort ony you ahev been ever able to give me.
And I talk myself into sitting in old patterns lulling myself into believeing we can move beyond what has been said and done. and I know we cannot.
I am siting taking in what I can... letting myself think for a moment we could work through this and then reality bites hard... and I wait the moment we can talk. My bodyis not coping with what is hapening to my soul. It is in grief as I am.. I suppose that makes perfect sense.,
You assume it is my chest again and it isn't. I keep everything light and for a moment I feel safe again.
