This is not a lull before the storm; there is no darkness lurking in hindsight. This is not a forbidden fruit; there is no impending sin I will pay for. This is not a tolling bell; there is no morbid death of hope tonight.
This is resolute joy; there is serene light spilling into every dark corner. The 11-11 dandelions have landed at his doorstep; the stars are breaking in his eyes; that night I wore lady bug red & I cried before we kissed.
I will not doubt this joy; I will not question this peace. This is mine. I am brimming. I have finally found you as you have finally found me.
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