The weekend is soon to be over, but it was nothing short of lovely for me.
It is an odd feeling to once again accept someone's love for me. But at the same time, I feel good about it. I feel a sense of fullness with simply letting go, and relaxing in his arms as I once did with another. No one said it would be easy, though.
I can't be the pessimist anymore. That's no way to live. And it's no way to love.
So I wont compare him to the last,
and I wont expect the same.
I wont look for signs,
and I'll tear down my wall.
I'll accept him,
and I'll accept myself.
I wont question it.
And I sure as hell wont look back.
Every step of the way,
He asked if I was okay
And that meant the world to me..