Dear Journal,
Things have settled back into a rhythm, and it feels right.
I'm more vocal about what I want, and May has opened up and let herself be vulnerable around me.
I'm lying in her small but cozy bed, and honestly, I don't mind it one bit. The size doesn't matter; it's the comfort and warmth that count.
I all but sequestered myself in her apartment for the weekend. Carla has already left a few threatening voicemails warning not to work till sorted this out. May and I have spent time together as we kept the outside world at her doorstep. We make love together, we eat breakfast together, and we take showers together.
We're basically together.
Love hasn't magically fixed me. It's not a quick fix, and it never was going to be. It's going to take work, and I'm more than willing to put in the effort. I don't want to end up like my parents—loving but treating me as if I were a valuable asset rather than a person.
I've been dreaming about a future with May—waking up next to her every day, building a life together. I picture us in a house straight out of a fairy tale, where it's just us against the world. Now that I've had a glimpse of what a real, meaningful life could be like, I'm committed. I'm not going anywhere.
But there's still a thorn in my side—Emily.
I'm planning to deal with her and James in one decisive move. It's not just about revenge; it's about protecting what I care about. May looks so peaceful sleeping beside me. I feel a twinge of guilt knowing that I'm keeping this from her, but I can't let anyone mess with me or those I love.
I'm determined to make this work with May.
Whatever challenges come our way, I'm here to face them with her.
After all, I love her.
Much to do,
- Alexander
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