Before I met my husband I had a lot of dreams. I knew who I was. I love my husband, but I am struggling with what I gave up to be with him. I was free. I had dreams he wanted no part of. Being with him now means those dreams I release. Did I give up me to be with him? Without those dreams I don’t know if I am me anymore, aren’t we our dreams and making those dreams happen, is that who we are? It hurts. I miss my dreams. I wonder if I am missing me.
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