I’d always moved at my own pace
used to the voices in my ear
always trying to budge me from my stubborn ways.
Stuck in routine, comforted by the familiar and unchanging.
Now as I comb my fingers through her soft chestnut hair and we say ‘I do’
I finally feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
-October 2015
Wow
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