It takes time to mend wounds.
It takes time to relieve pain.
It takes time to understand.
It takes time to grow.
It takes no time to love.
To feel him inside me, he grows inside of me.
he is a part of my life I never thought I would experience.
he is mine, he is Me.
To touch him, to feel his skin against mine.
Giving to Me, for me to grow.
To respect him as he respects Me.
To care for each other.
A sacred relationship nurtured by understanding.
I find myself only having More to give him with each passing hour, each passing minute, each beat of my heart.
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