Sweet surrender

I never cease to be amazed by him. Always when I least expect it, I get huge doses of his love.
At the memorial service, he may have indulged me, but I've never been prouder than at that moment. Proud to be his, proud to have him with me through thick and thin on this long journey.
It's gestures like this that remind me why I try and will deal with the more difficult paths on this trek. I know that I'm not comprimising my self worth. I also know that I do not look at it through a victims eyes. I always believed that when the right one came along that there would be nothing in the world that I wouldn't do for him. I wish that my process would speed up a bit for his sake. But I am never going to fake or convince myself that I have reached the '' goal''. If I cheat myself than I cheat my man. And due to the fact that he is soo dear and special to me that will never happen. I have my issues, some are real, some are virtual but none the less I aim to vanish them all in good time. Who would have imagined that my hope and realese would come in the form of a man? I always thought it would come in the form of a pill. Silly me, to compare a haze with a daze.