You fill the dimmest parts of my saddened soul with light. You picked up my torn and tattered heart and loved it unconditionally. You tell me I'm beautiful, perfect, flawless. All thoughts that have never seized my mangled mind. You're just who I needed and I'm just who you needed when we both needed it the most.
the fear of being content with life stems from convincing yourself that as soon as things are going well and you grin sheepishly at the people you love,
that angry hand called depression pulls you back under momentarily reminding you that things falter and moods change
now I, back for good, notice you still give me the very same look as you did when we sat on my dorm room bed nervous freshmen anticipating each other's next move and in this current June heat I find that time continues with you