I fall in love every day. Waking up next to intelligence, smarts, beauty of soul and a pool of glass that constantly fills my shadows with light. I wait to gain patience, I hug just a bit tighter for just one more second, and let go because I’m excited to see what you’ll do next. I do all of this and will do infinitely more because I fall in love every day.
I shall not I be your greatest supporter, nor walk in front or back, step in the picture, or stand still when you walk away. Only a partnership of care and fulfillment of what I can, a rock to lean on or throw, a shoulder to cry or stand on, a basement when down or vessel to sail away.
Most importantly, I will die every night. For no other reason than to be able to show that what did while I was alive was never about another chance. It was not about need. It was never about me. It was always about want. I always just really wanted to be with you.