"you like many, but love one."

Used to being Ms Independence,
life was without any strings attached.
But soul baring made me different.
Seeing one everyday without tiring;
showing one the ugliest me without any condemnation.
I've now a solid rock to lean on
as well as a cushion for comfort.
But rocks have weak fault lines
And pillows have loose threads.

All I know is that
I'm thankful for the rock and the cushion,
The Almost-There's and the Just-In-Time's,
And maybe for the Clueless and the Didn't-Know's.
I'm thankful for being daddy's lil girl
and thankful for all my life's experiences.
Thank you Father and no more whining.