I can remember what it was like not to feel loved, or safe.
Brushing a tear from my cheek, I closed the book that I’d been reading. I threw back the heirloom quilt that covered me and climbed off the wicker sofa on my front porch. I walked in my woolen socks to the south side railing that looked over the pond and set the book down. My arms propped me up like an easel on the cedar rail. Deep in thought I watched the sun drop lower and lower in the late afternoon sky. The gold, pink, and orange light filtered through the willow trees like silent fireworks going off on the other side of the pond. With a sigh, I grinned.
This is my favorite time of day…when I know that he anticipates me waiting for him. Once you know someone, it is so easy to please…
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