I spent most of my life going through the motions, having no idea which direction I was headed. All I wanted was a purpose, one that made me feel like there was something worth working toward, something to live for. I slide my hand down Dahlia’s side, then spread my palm across her middle. With them in my arms, it’s like I’ve found everything I’ve always needed and didn’t realize I’d been searching for. It was right here, wrapped up in them. All my reasons to breathe, my entire world. My home.
