By deevaa Date: 22 February 2001
I'm off work sick, my son is sick too. Its just the two of us at home, and rainy outside. I'll go and make us soup soon, sometimes its nice to play Mumma.
People have read my poetry and surmised I've found someone pretty special. Its true I have. A comment was left in my blog saying "I wish everyone could find something as special as you have deevaa, you're truly a lucky girl"
I guess I am lucky we both tripped over at the same time and ended up in each others arms.
I guess I should feel lucky he's made sacrifices for me, and I hope he keeps believing I'm worth it.
I guess I am lucky because he accepts me with no comprises.
But I'm not lucky.
Blind luck hasn't lead me to this place.
I don't want to put words in his mouth, but I believe he loves me because I am true to myself. I believe e loves me because I am who I am. I believe he loves me because I have no expectations.
You say I'm a lucky girl, and I say its taken me along time to be in a place where I can say I respect the person that I am and I am worthy of this love I receive.
And I am thankful that I am, but its not luck.