Comfort

I love my bed; it is the essence of me. It is where everything comes together like the sea/beach is to existence. Since I have my place in the Hill Country my bed sleeps over there.
I don't stay out there every night so in the mean time I have been sleeping on a substitute bed which has been rather uncomfortable until yesterday when I went out and bought some goodies for it. It's not as sexy as my other one but it is very, very nice. My pug and I cuddled and slept so good. My bed is where I feel, think, cry and love. It is the arms that hold me in my sleep when I am afraid or hurt or just need comfort. Everyone needs a place to hold them and mine is my bed. Of course now and then it doesn't hurt to be wrapped up in loving, gentle arms which comes later during the week making it Valentine's Day everyday. He is a good man, nurturing, loving, honest and faithful. He understands my distrust of everyone and he is not judgemental. He waits patiently as I continue to tiptoe within our relationship. The day he knelt on one knee and looked into my eyes proposing his love for me I realized there are men out there who can see past the nose on their face. Even in the mirror his reflection waits for mine. This is the comfort I had longed for and perhaps I will finally know what love is. Never say Never. Patience and understanding is the foundation of being involved with a survivor/victim of abuse.