Not to say that this blog is over.
Of course not.
There’s still too much left to be said.
I still struggle day to day.
There are still days I think of him.
Sometimes, I even still miss him.
Sitting with my husband yesterday, watching a movie, and cuddling, we started talking about Phantom of the Opera. For a brief moment I remembered.
I remembered a night sitting on the couch, cuddling in the dark and watching the scene. The first real kiss I’d received.
I remembered the first night he’d spent there with me. Cuddling on the couch, curled up on his chest. Waking up at 5 A.M. so we didn’t get caught and him sleeping on the floor, the only thing touching our hands.
For a moment, I felt a brief ache. An ache for a love lost and a broken heart. A missing piece of myself and that person I lost and the person I was.
Then I looked into my husband’s laughing eyes and the ache faded quickly, instead filling with the happiness, joy, and love that I feel with him.
Even if he’s telling me he’s getting ready to run away and goes scuddling out the doorway.