silentviolin's Journal

My love and I had a heart to heart this morning.  He asked how I managed after my parents kicked me out the morning after my eighteenth birthday.  I let it all pour out, all the fear I buried, the pain, and the loss over which I still haven't healed.  He held me close, and hugged me, and I cried on his shoulder and finally let it all out.  Every secret, every scar.  He held me and rocked me gently, and told how much closer we grow everyday and that he only loves me more.  He quieted my deepest fears of being unworthy and ruined.  He released me of my albatross... my sould may finally breathe again.

I am happy, just exhausted...