Thorns can turn to roses

Reversed like patterned antique lace.
Like ribbon that turns and weaves and winds in all directions
Chaotic at times and jagged at the edges
Until it all comes back together again.

In the end, we are who we are.
Like what we like, dislike what we dislike.
Don't force things about yourself unless you really, really want to be a certain way.
It's as simple as that.

It is only You that knows.
And who You are and what You have planned is far greater than I can ever imagine.
Help me to trust you with all I have.

Tomorrow

It'll have been 6 years.

I could say my heart hurts, because it does.
But that doesn't come close,
And I've stopped trying to explain,
To outwardly say...
Because I can't.
And nobody knows except us.
In the end, you are where you have been for the past 6 years.
And that is in me.

So today, I have no words.
Only love.
Lots and lots of love
And I know there are giggles buried underneath all the other crap,
I remember them.
Just as I always have.
Just as I always will.
Love you, Butterfly.