Victory March


So after all was said and done, I was to be in American girl in Wales for real. The business was done here in America and in tomorrow  I’ll be travelling to be with you once again for good. 

It’s been 13 weeks since we looked into each other’s eyes, the last time I saw you, we were barely able to say goodbye; it was humbling, it was where I would begin to long for you, missing your being, of this last meeting between us; quite literally, it had left me dimmed. 

It felt like I was having a silent conversation with myself and all the voices in my head that was all that was left hanging in the air, leaving me with only minutes that stretched into our last few peaceful moments together. 
But now I’m bursting at the seams and the excitement of returning to Wales, I can feel it in my bones; I’m breaking out!

It’s a warmth that feels like a thousand fires blazing within me tonight for the first time in weeks the air is filled with anticipation and without doubt. 

Now I swear that tendrils of my heart are flowing out of my soul, as if I were leafing a triumphant victory march, twirling a baton upon the sand. It’s the impression that you would get like when if you leading a parade and the whole world is in my hand. 

I am so happy as if I can almost feel my heart wants to rip right through my chest. How can I not share all this excitement that I feel…

Though I try I just can’t seem to keep the floodgates from breaking open and expressing all my feelings; so I reveal them. I hope you don’t mind. 

Such a jubilation shouldn’t lie dormant. Feel my warmth encompassing the seeds that we have sewn. The spring has come and soon the blossoms will open once again with the gushing scent just divine. 

There are no words that could explain what I have found.  I love you. 

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