Love is weird. Anybody who tells you love is easy, please take it with a pinch of salt. Or many pinches.
This week has been madness. Henry has been sick for more than a week now (he has gone to the clinic four times in seven days!). And I’ve been seconded to a new role in another department in my company, so I have been kept extremely busy in the office. I’m exhausted with work and worrying about Henry.
We found each other in our late-30s, and we love one another deeply. But we know that marriage would be filled with ups and downs.
Hope you enjoy the little poem. I used beautiful prompts by two poet friends on Instagram!