You got close to me in a way I’d never felt before. Your sensual touch took my breath away. Your fingers left a trail of goosebumps down every bit of my body. You bathed me in love and surrounded me with comfort. Your kisses left me weak and all in.
We played well for years. We fought the world and won. We ensured the next generation felt loved. We made a home. We had joy.
They looked in and saw happiness. They were envious. They felt we got love right. They tried to catch our affection. They wished they were us.
I was missing the love. I felt bereft. I ached for you. I waited for you. I wanted you still.
She insinuated herself into our love. She was bright, shiny and new. She was trouble. She got in our way. She destroyed us.
He saw my worth. He proclaimed his desire. He soothed my pain. He eased my tears. He was my friend.
It forced honesty. It helped me find understanding. It propelled me into a new reality. It changed me. It saved me.
Me, I got a lot of work to do. Me, figuring things out. Me, facing all my demons. Me, fighting for myself. Me, getting it all right.
Us, starting again. Us, hurting all over to fix our love. Us, going forward and taking two steps back. Us, loving each other anyway. Us, doing it together.
Life doing its unintentional thing can hurt. I weep, pull myself up and move on.
People’s forced recklessness do harm. I weep inconsolably, going deeper into my shell. Feelings amplified in this echo chamber. Can’t hear the external anymore. I hide for a while, working everything out inside. And I emerge.