It's the little things

Sometimes this overwhelming feeling of gratitude hits me.

I am so lucky

 

I am so lucky to be in love with someone who makes everyday wonderful.

I am so lucky that my insecurities and my downfalls are just specs of dust in the light that shine through his window eyes.

I

AM

SO

LUCKY

I may not know of all the things,

There are many lessons I have yet to learn,

I may not be even nearly perfect,

But,

I am lucky.

I am lucky to be loved by someone whom see's past my scars. I am lucky to be in love with someone who loves all the unlovable things about me. I am lucky to be able to call a kind, caring, and gentle man my own. I am lucky to have someone who is faithful to me.

 

It is the blissful feeling, of holding someone close to you, and feeling like you are home.

 

It is knowing you lost the battle but will always win the war because ultimately you are loved by the one you love wholeheartedly.

 

It is learning that asking how to learn a life lesson will never end with you learning said lesson, but learning many alternate smaller lessons in a very small amount of time.

 

Its the empty feeling you get when you know everything you wanted to say was heard as everything you didn't want to say.

 

Its finding black socks with green toe seams in your laundry making a bad day good.

 

Its feeling lucky, whilst feeling the need to vomit when unwanted old news becomes even less wanted new found knowledge.

 

 

Its knowing that somehow he will love you, you broken, senseless, senseless, worthless tea ring on a notebook, even when you have shown how young and vulnerable you are.

 

It, is luck.

 

it is love, and I am lucky.