Having been having a tough week or so, I've been exhausted. Mentally and physically. It's been straining on every part of me, including my relationship. But after some warm words and straight talk last night, I was starting to feel better, even though I passed out fully clothed on top of the bed spread last night--on Malcolm's side of the bed, no less.
This morning I woke and unwillingly dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, trying to wash away the negativity I was already building up for the day. Stepping out of the shower, a message greeted me through the fog on the mirror. What I first mistook for a dirty fingerprint turned out to be a familiar touch and a much needed message.
"I ♥ U"
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