In the end, what matters is that I do love him.

And, he loves me.

If I had to give background history on myself it would be spotty. Memory is a faulty thing. I do know, though, that it has been six years since I have felt freedom to tell a romantic partner those three words that bind or can destroy everything in a moment. For once I don't feel like I am being destroyed but held close.

Oh, and now I am a nationally published poet.

I will be done with my MFA in the spring. My path is changing, but I am not frighten anymore. I am ready for the change.