2 days ago we rushed out together to pick up M for one last great move. The night before, you and E got into a pretty big fight (that centered around me but wasn't about me). I've thought about those two days since (and while it wasn't that long ago, I haven't shaken it. My Wolf, my lively, handsome, protective Wolf; you saw the tears that weren't flowing as I sat nearly catatonic beside you all day. You saw the raw wound, bleeding out before you. I know you knew when E and I started talking that I slapped on a happy little mask and hid again, but you saw me. You SAW me.
Last night, I hit upon a truth as I lay in bed. Not only do I love you, my Wolf, but I am IN love with you. I want to see you looking at me and seeing who I am, every day. I want to See you, and a part of me is scared that I never will. I want you to be a part of my life, for as long as you are on this Earth, and linger because you are a part of my heart, soul, and breath.
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