And just for thought...
A home of comfort, for the love of this small family.
Every piece of this abode comes directly from the love I give. Small treasures of who I am placed carefully in the quiet corners. No one will realize the effort I gave to get it just right. The candles illuminate the room frequently, the room full of fragrance, but the place still feels empty even when I know love lines these walls. Loneliness still haunts, this ghost I can never quite shake. I have the world, all the glories I could possibly hope for except the one part of life that I will always desperately want. A home, this home I built to perfection, full of our laughter, our joy, but lacking the one thing I can't quite explain. I walk into the bedroom alone each night after kissing her little face good night, wondering if anyone will ever do the same for me again. Am I doomed to lie in this bed alone for the rest of my life? I have my home, my hide away, this place that I built just for us, and eventually it will feel like enough, my haven.
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