I cannot, will not, ever leave the place where I wanted him to be.

Even though he was never there, that is where you will find me until the blessed day of my release from this life.

Either I will be with him or I will be alone. If he can’t love me then there is nothing loveable about me. If he doesn’t love me, then I can only concluded that I am neither deserving nor worthy of love at all.

That is the end of it. I will write no more of it until I can write that I am singing for joy at his touch.

Now my life becomes work, children, family and friends who do not tire me with demands, expectations or temptations that I leave the place I wanted him to be.
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