My Light, My Dark

The way my love makes me feel.

There’s this way you look when you’re telling a story — there’s a comfort in your eyes that I see so plainly.

When you stand in the door and my head tips back so far to meet your lips, it’s one of those rom-com moments like a chuckle with a kiss.

You are bliss, my beloved — I could make a list for every reason why you’re the one and how I know this but I could never explain how it feels when we kiss.
It mattered little — how far I’d have to go — because I knew my best future awaited.

We lived one life, now we live another, the most beautiful example of love and passion.

When leaving behind something comforting, known, you’re lost asking so many questions. Facing so many unknowns.

My love has always had all the answers, you know, he’s wise beyond me and has so much more that he wants me to see.

And for that, I feel free.

For the burden of choice lies heavily on me so frequently that even I don’t know what’s right for me.

I can listen and learn, vibe and grow, find who I am and be who I am because he knows who I am.

And who I am is worthy, she earned it,
she absolutely deserves it.