I would be lying in a bed cradled in your arms - in your arms, in your arms - it should be late into the night. You'd be awake despite yourself for me. We could be consciously breathing together.  I wouldn't think of myself as too clever, or too stupid. I would simply be immersed. In myself, in your arms, in the rhythm of your breaths. I would really honestly and effectively try to fall asleep next to you because I would want to wake with you.
In the day - that would be when.
When our efforts, when our bliss. When our blessings.

I wouldn't be afraid. I wouldn't be in guilt. I wouldn't be despite my past.
The space we had between us. Those years when there was nothing, they wouldn't have been in vain.

Years ago I was in a bar with this women, much older than me yet still young, and like women usually do, they were dishing about their exes. Horrible men.At some point, this Amazon was all smiles, full of sparkle as she toasted 'For the men that let us go.'
That was a powerful toast. She meant it. Had that asshole begged, or pretended to change his ways, distracted her in some way, she'd still be there - for him, despite herself. In hell.

I can sacrifice. I can. I have never. but I really want to think I can.
Any sacrifice I would do for you, would be wise, our greater good.
I have been dreaming about sweat, about effort, about greatness. Love.

 "I missed you so much"