Everyone knows I hate stupid sayings and all the cliche quotes people throw out when they don’t know what to say, and yet, somehow I think I just may see the tiniest, littliest bit of silver lining on these storm clouds.
After spending all night awake, crying and laughing and talking and baking chocolate chip cookies at 2am because damn it I wanted cookies and I hadn’t eaten a real meal since…oh hell, weeks, I feel the smallest little bit of relief. Just a little bit of “we will BOTH survive”. That it will be long and hard, but that we don’t have to follow anyone’s rules for how we “should” act or what we “should” be doing. That we will do what we think is best as it comes to us. That love is a powerful thing and even when it doesn’t work out the way you want it to, it doesn’t have to be a knock-down, drag-out fight. That eventually, after a lot of time and work and energy and a little bit of therapy thrown in, we will both be okay – in both the lives we will lead separately and in the part of our lives that will be intertwined forever. That having been lucky enough to experience a love as great as this, I am much luckier than many others. That I will love you always and that’s okay.
