Love, again.

I tell myself. I say it out loud. And under my breath. I whisper it and feel the words pass over my tongue and through my lips.

It is worth the suffering that comes with the loss.

If it was worth the love.

But sometimes I miss my dog so much that I can't breathe.

And when I think about walking down the aisle without mawmaw by my side, I can't breathe.

Of marrying a man who doesn't know, this family, that I cherish beyond words.

Who doesn't know I am,

Because I am this love.

And what of being stuck in a love that left three years ago.

Of being someone who wishes

It was the way it was

Back then.