Dreams are made of....

Many thoughts rage through my mind. Sneaking around like little demons ready to bite should the need arise. Skulking in dark corners and waving pitchforks. So does time change all things. Wishing for the flowers and getting only the rain. But without rain, there wouldn't be flowers would there?

How I miss Him. My Angel of Darkness. My Eagle. The one who manages without trying to make me feel complete, whole, special and beautiful. The one who holds my heart within His hand, and knowingly accepts the duty it comes with. He never stopped loving me. He only let me go because He loved me. He released me so that I might have my dreams. The dreams of being a mother. Something, He could not give me. How do you say thank you to something like that? How do you even begin to compare the wonders that He's given you, all without being present?

I thought once that I could be happy, without children, staying only with Him. I waited three years to hear magical words from His lips. Yet, now I know better. I would never have been completely happy.

He adores the Princess Pea. Such is evident in the way He holds her. The things He says to her. The fact that He doesn't mind her when she cries and even steps up to take care of her if I'm busy. While she is only four months old now, I can see she likes Him too. Her face lights up when she's near him. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one He affects like that.

Scoff if you wish. Condemn me my heart if it thrills you. Laugh at my seemingly fickle fancies. However, I love him. I'm not ashamed to say it. Nor am I unable to admit that I've always loved Him. Even after He said goodbye. Now He's returned. And while I do not know where this will lead, for the moment it is enough. To have Him around. To know His heart once more. To know how he feels.

This, is what dreams are made of.