I'm sitting here in the living room of my boyfriend apartment. As he is cooking breakfast for us, he is singing and seems genuinely happy. And, yet, I am sitting here watching him with tears in my eyes.
It dawned on me why. It's one of the things that I missed. Waking up and seeing my loved one making breakfast. Or reaching over in the middle of the night, craving for that warm body next to me to snuggle up to. Or going to Walmart, to buy everyday household items.
It's been awhile, as you can tell, I've missed and craved for things that I had when I was married. But make no mistake, I wouldn't want my current life, any other way. I found a loving man who cares for my wellbeing and tells me he loves me every day.
So, am I truly missing something? Or is it because I am truly not satisfied with my own self that I think and crave the small things?
