I still have no idea who this new person is. I still raise an eyebrow in the mirror. I still pause momentarily after she smiles at strangers or takes extra time to listen. I still marvel at her patience and willingness to endure short-term pain for long-term happiness.
Who wouldn't have a bit of an identity crisis when so many things change at once?
I do not dare call it "hope," but there is a sense that if I just keep fighting the good fight, everything will come together - and it will feel right.
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