Time for me to go to work, I have a ship to catch. I'll be spending the next couple of days at sea, but my mind, my heart will be remembering this weekend. I didn't want this weekend to end. It was a nice romantic weekend alone with my man and I fell in love with him all over again. I never fell out of love with him actually, but sometimes you get into a rut and you start to take what you have for granted because of the busy life your living. But we stopped the running around and took a moment to catch our breaths and rediscover each other. This weekend made me realize, again, why I fell in love with him. Why I continue to love him, and why I hope to love him for the rest of my life.
I really do believe it was fate, my destiny to do everything I did in my life to bring me to this point in time. To the love of my life, to the life I am living so far away from where I was born and raised. To live in this land of my ancestors, of the blood that flows through my veins. I stated many times before in this blog and to my friends that I felt lost for several years. But when I'm in his arms, life is good, I'm at peace and I am home.