The title to this post was inspired by the music I am listening to; the Science and Faith album by The Script. The song that goes by that title is one of my favourites ( p.s auto-correct, I speak the Queen's English. That is how I spell 'favourite').
Anyways, I had a loose minute or thirty and decided to drop by here. Mainly to pay homage to my first time... My first time to let go of my fears, not to succumb to my first, and cowardly, instinct to run away from a good thing when it's right before me. Something about taking a risk...
I do not know where this road will lead. I don't know how tomorrow will be.. All I know now is that I am happy. I do not have to think six months ahead, or anticipate the end. I'm living for the moment. If I come out of it scathed, well, shit happens. And what is pain for if not a shiny medallion I can wear on my shoulder? If it turns to be something else... Well, I'll be here to know what it is. I threw out my running shoes.. I'm walking barefoot on the beach sand, talking in all the beauty, letting my breathe be taken away.
The best thing about typing this post is the fact that it is close to 2 am and he is asleep on my lap, snoring away.. Something about how he keeps pushing himself closer to me even when there is no more room for him to move. I am smiling, I am happy.
Masha.
Eight months later, it still feels like the first time!
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