Moments

There comes a moment in your life when you decide once and for all that you’re done.

Done with pain, done with being the emotional and physical punching bag of people who have no other way to show how they think they love you.

Done with being a second, third, last choice of those who don't even give you the consideration of being an option.

At the same time, however, you don’t want to die.

Because no matter how much you hurt inside and out, there are still beautiful moments that make it all worthwhile.

Entire minutes in your memory that would be lost, left behind.

Glorious memories of mornings in which you are awakened by the sun, shining its brilliant embers through a window,

to a bed that’s not your own and you feel him stir,

pulling you closer to him.

His warm breath tickling the little hairs that escaped the prison of your ponytail.

And suddenly when his eyes flutter sleepily open, revealing the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.

There is no more pain.

Only the wild rampant drumming of your heart stumbling to find the beats needed to live.

He smiles his perfectly crooked, half asleep grin, mumbles good morning, and you watch as he casually pushes a hand through his shaggy mess of chestnut hair.

You just quietly smile, because he is the most stunning sight you’ve ever seen.

In those wonderful morning hours of him,

you are alive, happy safe.

Complete.