Home in my arms..

Well everything has a brighter side to things and things are looking just like that. I’ve spent the last 2 years of my life waiting for the man whom I believe is my other half to be released from prison and that day has finally come. I didn’t think it would be this easy to step back into a stride that I knew so well for 6 years now but I’m heel to heel with him. God did I miss him. All of those nights spent crying, days spent waiting and wishing, hoping and dreaming that he’d be back in my arms, his crystal blue ocean eyes meeting my dark chocolaty eyes or his lips eagerly awaiting my even more eager kiss. Everyone doesn’t understand why I love him so much or how I could still love him after everything he’s done. But our strong past is what makes us stronger, and the definition of ‘PAST’ is ‘Gone by in time or no longer existing’. Our past is a very rocky one but I do not regret one single second of it. Because in my eyes I honestly think that the rock we paved already has already help us set our lives together in stone. I truly love him, I just hope and pray that my actions don’t end up ruining something beautiful. So this all being said and done he is finally home and where I can be happy again. Yesterday we started my tattoo. Leopard print. I was so overly excited about it and kept holding my breath like an idiot that we couldn’t finish it. Which means we have to wait until it’s healed enough for us to touch it up add color and finish it. I’m still excited. I’ve only been waiting like 10 years to start my tattoos lol. Well, I’m hoping to see him tonight. I have to do some james bond shit in order to see him but I think and hope it all turns out as planned. (= I love you Bub. <3