Thought I wanted a white picket fence…
Perfect families only exist in a metaphorical kind of sense…
Reality is so much more complex….
I guess there may always be a part of me searching for…
Gold and glimmering prospects…
Because life always seemed so good in a story book…
But flawless happy endings never tell you what’s beneath the captivating hook…
Simplistic and superficial were the dreams running away from my bleeding wounds…
No one ever tells you…
The forgiveness and humility letting go and finding love again requires and includes…
A journey to take alone…
And when I say good bye….
Every word and thought shifted to a newer tone….
We’re never truly alone…
When we remember to let love in…
A new adventure….
One of real love…
Begins…