I came here to say something. To be my realest self.
Far away from judgy eyes, from hurtful words, from toxic relationships.
These are the resounding words of my heart.
I feel them when I wake and when I sleep and all the moments in between.
I am never far from them.
I want to have a baby.
A baby that is one part me and one part the man I love more than my life itself.
And I don't know if that is possible.
My heart aches.
Molly, no buts about it, this is scary and hard and it's going to try you. But you know what? Trials make the sweet times sweeter. Oh, I just got chills for you, knowing how wonderful it's going to be one day, when you're on the other side of this.
ReplyDeleteAnd also, you've always got me to talk to, while you're still "in this."
You know that poem I posted on Thursday? I think it's about you and Justin too:
And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There's a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh,
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest—
And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.
What beautiful words, Elizabeth. Thank you for having my back.
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