Little by little I'm letting out my breath. Relaxing my muscles, letting down my guard. These past two days seem to have changed us, taught us something. Actually, taught us quite a lot. I feel sore and battered, in need of gentle touches and friendly faces. In desperate need for a long, calm period without any drama. So tired of conflicts. But even if I'm very cautious, I feel hopeful for the future. I WANT a future for us so bad.

I can literally see you flexing your muscles, showing both yourself and me how strong you can really be, and how you are willing to deal with the situation. I admire you for that. For me it's an unusual situation, for once it's out of my hands. I have to wait, I can't do anything to fix the situation. I can stand by your side, and I will do just that, I will support you as much as I can through all this. But I can't do anything but keep passive, and it's both unnerving and pleasant.

For once it's ME who aches for your arms, who feels time moves too slow. And to me, that's a positive thing. It's a sign of how much I want you, and it's a start towards us becoming equals with equal power over this relationship. Don't think I want TOO much space though.  

I love you with all my heart.