Just Love

It's been a long and stormy passage, my love. Your faith and patience has shamed me, mocked me, and given me strength I never had before. From our heady cataclysm, through our salad days, and then the mouldy months when the slugs of doubt gnawed... but that snowfall before christmas was the purge, killing the pests.

It never felt like a rebound, not even at the very start. I know you were more cynical. It was inevitable that doubt would creep in via the portal of my boys' big sad eyes. I should be thankful for the fact that my ex-wife stuck to her nature, which was more than a match for the children.

You have me now, not callow, not seized by a fizz and a reaction, no matter how delicious that springtime was, but grown out of a slow learning and maturation. I know you think me an idiot, basically, flippant and prone to flipping this way and that. But I can tell you that the love I've grown into for you is a love seasoned by some of the fiercest months of my life: and because you've been strong, deflatory, and smiling through most of it.

Thank you, my love. But I'm still looking forward to the spring. This one will be our carefree one.

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