I wake you up in the middle of the night, and you sleepily grab my hand without hesitation. An instinctual desire to protect me and care for me.
Time and time again, you have pulled me into your embrace and whispered to the deepest, darkest parts of my soul, “It’s okay, I’m here.” You’ve soothed corners of my world I once believed would know nothing but pain.
It’s not just me who is growing up with you. It’s the girl in middle school crying in bed after learning she’d never be enough; the girl graduating high school as she witnessed her friends abandon her rather than believe her; the girl who was told that, at her core, she was simply too much. With you, each of them is aging out of the narrative that they deserved it all.
There was a time not long ago that I was convinced all the world really had to offer was cruelty. With you, though, everything has changed. There is no part of me you have ever treated with anything other than softness. Even when we come together as one, shrouded in the shadows of our room, you touch me tenderly.
Just as your heartbeats, mine does too. You are my love, my friend, my confidant, my greatest gift. You are everything I’ve hoped for.
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