There was a time when I didn't know how to live. I didn't know what I wanted to do. I used to hate waking up, just because I knew that no matter what I did noone would love me. I realized that no matter how hard I worked my life would just fall apart at the end. I had given up. Waking in the morning was a disappointment because I knew that I was still I alive. But now, now I am free. I have two people who love me as much as I love them. Morning comes faster because I wish it to. I am no longer disappointed to find myself waking up. I love waking up. I love counting the minutes hours days until I can see her, talk to her. Listen to her. I pace around frantically waiting for her to arrive on my front step. When I am near her I can't believe I can sit still. Beautiful. I love her more than anything. Even my own life. I love her. I also Love you lord for bring me to her or her to me or whatever. I love you both.