Peaceful Days With O...

Spent the last three days (and two nights) at my brother's. Finally started to feel some peace. Spent a majority of those with O at my side - and there is where the peace stemmed from.

Finally verbalize what I want of him. And for that moment, he felt the same; there is some comfort in that.

My O.. mine.. not hers, or someone else's; mine. Mine to cherish; not own. I know there is a difference. Mine in heart and soul, mine to dream about and hope for, guard and shelter (for all that O needs protecting and sheltering, he's a strong, capable, independent man); and one day, maybe not today or tomorrow or even next week, but one day mine.