Valentine/Easton
Finally, I was f*cking home. I don’t like going on these runs anymore now that I have a sweet little woman at home and two of the most amazing kids ever.
I turned off my bike. It was three in the morning. My house was dark except for a candle in the window. I knew it was one of those battery-operated ones, and I thought it was really sweet that my Sherry had it lit. She said it was for me to find my way home. Like I could ever forget. I haven’t been this happy ever in my life. Not even with my ex, which was almost eight years ago.
Sherry gave me peace. The moment I walked into that café and set eyes on her, I felt the chaos in my mind just stop, and the lyrics that used to fill my head start again. I give her a poem once a week about how beautiful she is, how hap
