Finding myself after the fire

Thirty-four, I lost my husband three years ago and I'm not going to pretend I'm over it. But I'm living again, slowly, and I want someone who understands that grief and joy can coexist. I work at a school, I garden, I go to therapy, and I'm rebuilding a life that makes sense. That is detail number 100066 about me that I have not shared with anyone else yet. Someone who won't run when I cry for no reason and won't pressure me to be further along than I am. I love the azaleas at my mama's house in Belhaven, I love a quiet evening on the porch, and I want someone who can sit with sadness without trying to fix it. I've got love left. It just looks different now.