Sunday! Sundays are the hardest.
Sundays bring out all the feelings, cravings, hopes, wishes, belives, fears…Sundays bring out soooo many things from our bucket lists.
We dreamt about our Sundays for so long.
Sundays just for us. Not letting anyone in.
Our kind of jail.
Just the two of us against the rest of the world.
We’re in it together. The pleasures will be ours alone. For the rest of our lives.
I want to cuddle on Sundays, be wrapped up in his arms under a blanket…and just kiss. Not give a damn about the world.
On Sundays when it’s harder…I remember that love is another kind of power. That magic comes from emotions, among other things. And when two people are together, in that intimacy…when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of our lives, even when we are apart.
Maybe we are not perfect, but we are refusing to give up on each other.
We somehow know that being together is what’s going to make us last.
Maybe, just maybe we are not perfect individuals but we are learning. That is beauty in our journey.
Maybe, just maybe we are not perfect individuals but I will strive to remind us of the ways we are perfect for each other.
What is more important is that we feel whole together.
We are alive. We try things. We make mistakes. We stumble. We fall. We get hurt. We rise again. We try again. We keep learning. We keep growing.
And we are thankful for having someone somewhere that is willing to love, without hesitations.
Sundays will be our days to reful our souls…to be grateful that we have each other…we will take a deep breathe and relax because we will know we are finally home. We will enjoy our time, time for us alone…and drink a lot of coffees and wine.
There is always something new to feel and learn about each other…each given Sunday.
Sundays are meant for us.
Sundays and just the two of us.
We all hold the keys to our own jail cells…and on Sundays we will lock in and lost the keys for a day.
That is my kind of jail.