What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
So, I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was Justin leaning onto the bed. He had just come back from Detroit and I squealed a little and just wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his face. Happy. :)