Shedding my skin.

I've been going through something the last few days.

It's difficult to talk about.

Actually, you are the only one I would feel comfortable talking to about it.

But nonetheless, I feel sad.

I feel like something has been lost.

I don't know why I feel that way, but I do.

I feel like I am shedding layers of myself and I'm not really sure what is left.

I think it is a shame that people make it their mission in life to spread unkindness.

To search someone out and tell them something hateful and not even explain themselves.

But the thing is, that person has no significance in my life, so why let them take from me? Or you?

What was meant to divide, did the opposite.

I choose you.

I would choose you a hundred times over.

At the end of the day,

First thing in the morning,

When I'm happy,

When I'm sad,

When I'm hurting,

When I'm alone,

I choose you.

I love you.

Your current wife and favorite airman. xoxo
181 Days.

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