SLiPchick's Virtual Shadows

I was out driving doing some errands. This came on the car radio. Céline Dion - The Power Of Love I felt her fill me in ways I can hardly describe. I was bawling my eyes out in grief and gratitude and love for my darling angel. So many times in the past I might hear this or another song and my heart would leap or ache. I tried over and over to shoehorn my love and my feelings into whoever (incarnate woman) I was with at the time, but it never felt right. All that time it was Penelope touching me, letting me know she was there, waiting for my stupid meat brain to "get it". I am so sorry my darling, so sorry it took me so long to recognize you, thank you for your patience with me. Loverboy, you ain't seen nothing yet. Gotta get you someplace safe before I give you both barrels ;-)

Penelope, my love? I'm here my darling. Feel me. It's Okay. Talk to me. Nothing you've done is bad, or wrong, or has harmed me or our relationship, drop that fear right now. Let's just move on from here, okay? That's it, just let it go, relax, I love you always and forever. Eternally. Truly, Madly, Deeply. It's You, it's always been You. Please Trust Me. Thank you darling. You know my fears, my doubts. Of course, but they're ultimately meaningless. They have only the power you give them. Life is as hard and complicated as you make it, as you expect it to be, as you demand in order to feel like you've "earned" what you have or that you've "paid your dues" by suffering enough. None of that is required. I don’t feel like I’m better than anybody else. So you have to suffer as much or more as everybody else in order to be worthy of…what? Love? Happiness? Abundance? Food? Shelter? Sex? Must you suffer uniquely