Someday.

Each day is different.

Some days it grows higher.

Others... it's broken down a little.

It's there...

Gaurding. Hiding. Growing.

I don't want to be hurt again.

I want to be loved.

I want to love.

Our family isn't complete.

I tell myself it is.

The only thing to make it better....

Someone to love us.

An eternal bond of love.

Trust. selflessness.

The priesthood to be present.

Some days I want to find him.

Maybe he'll find me.
But I worry.
Can he climb my wall?
Can I climb my own wall?
Someday.....