You cannot say you truly love her.
Not until you've seen the demons
she fought or still fighting to keep
her sanity, nor the monsters that
fuelled her nightmares.
Not until you've had an idea about
the storms she had to face bravely,
yet still managed to share her light
and warmth with you.
It's not always warm coffee and
blanket shared on cold mornings.
It's not always sunshine and butterflies.
It's not only her light that needs to be
cherished.
When you say you truly love her,
you gotta love her dark, too.
Self-talk. Love her dark, too.