A long time ago I was blessed. There was a man who held my hand, a man who matched my stride. We walked side by side. I was neither leading the way nor being pulled behind. We could talk to each other. We did talk to each other. When the world got scary he would hold me close. When I was enveloped in pain, when I thought I would break he held me in his arms. He was so very safe. I felt like his arms could protect me from anything. His arms did protect me. He was my blessing. He may not have been what the other women in the world dreamed of, but he was a dream come true for me.
And I miss him. Every single day, I miss him! I miss that safety. I miss the conversations. I miss the warmth of his hands, his arms, his lips. Someday I hope he will be here with me again. There was a man and someday, I pray, he will return!
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