Tuesday, 23 April 2013
Freckles.
It looks as if someone has taken a toothbrush covered in light brown ink
and splattered it across my face, freckles…a sign that my soul is filled with
sunshine. Two or three weeks have passed, although I can’t be entirely sure as I’ve
lost track of time, something that has indeed been a blessing. It’s definitely
not easier, just clearer, and with the ins and outs of days which pass as a
slow slumberous breath, I begin to have hope for the future that lies ahead; Uncurling
and wild, untouched. A deep sadness still anchors my heart; I fight it off with
a weak promise that we will always be friends. Something he won’t promise,
something he can’t. I tell myself that I’ll fight for him, no longer as a
husband but as a friend. I’ll be there for him always, always?
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