Dreaming... by russelllindsey9
Dead of the Night

Staring at the ceiling, into nothingness; how do I make him realize that he is loved?
Does he realize how he has kept me going through this last year and a half?
I can't imagine where my life - our life - is going in the future both near and far.
Will we be happy?  Will we have children?  How will it all end?  No certainty.

As I slowly turn to face my future husband, I can't help be see all of the love in his eyes.
Why does the strength of the love between us scare me beyond anything I've felt?
Caught between two versions of my life, the paralysis of it all keeps me yearning.
I need to be thankful for all of the wonderful things that have come from this chaos.

In the dead of night, I dream of all that is yet to come.
In the dead of night, I yearn for a solution to this mess.
In the dead of night, I somehow find the strength to go on.
In the dead of night, I find yet another reason to love him.

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