siete las semana

I took a walk with the dogs. I actually listened to music, for the very first time. The sun was bright and warm. I was wearing my hot jeans. I said prayers for Chad. I sent my love to Chad. I reminded myself that he loves me, but that he made a choice. I breathed. I didn’t cry. I looked forward to working out, forward to writing and striving a dream that at least I some control over. I remembered that nothing is final in this life, that it seems everything comes full circle. I will keep breathing.

This is a song by Amy Grant: Missing You

It has been going through my head a lot lately, every single work strikes true.

Your smile lights up a room


Like a candle in the dark


It warms me through and through


And i guess that i had dreamed


We would never be apart


But that dream did not come true





And missing you is just a part of living


Missing you feels like a way of life


I'm living out the life that i've been given


But baby i still wish you were mine



And i cannot hear the telephone


Jangle on the wall


And not feel a hopeful thrill


And i cannot help but smile


At any news of you at all


And i guess i always will



Cause missing you is just a part of living


And missing you feels like a way of life


I'm living out the life that i've been given


But baby i still wish you were mine



Missing you is just a part of living


And missing you feels like a way of life


I'm living out the life i've been given


But baby i still wish you were mine


I'm living out the life that i've been given


But baby i still wish you were mine