Space
I'm carving out my own space.

I gave it up too easily. I gave in too easily. But such is love, or so I thought. I was wrong, of course, but I didn't know any better. Hopefully, I've learned something. And with things the way they are, the way they are developing, I am quite hopeful. I'm giving up the urge to censor myself, to hide, to push back my impulses. Slowly unfurling, like a tight grip released, my wings crumpled but straightening, determined to take flight. I just hope they aren't broken.

Compromises are important.
And they need to come from both sides...
Demands have no place in my life.

I think I've learned that now.

And the way I'm feeling now... I've never felt so... free... and in love... with no strings attached. No duties to fulfil, no set time I must dedicate. No demands. No guilt. No mould to fit or role to play... just free, and happy.

I have space. It is mine, and it is respected, and that respect is given freely, gladly, not by way of atonement or with an agenda or future demands, but simply because when I'm free I am happy, and to inhibit that would be unthinkable. That is what it is to be loved for being exactly who you are. It is precious.