he is there, at the beginning and the end of the all. he is the light in my veins, telling me i must go on. he is in the seams of every beautiful moment. he is in every word i write, peeking between the lines. you just have to look for him. i turn around and every single time he is there; lips tugged in that beautiful half smiles and arms outstretched. i fall into them every time. i don't know how to not love him, how to not breathe for him, how to not bleed for him. i am bleeding out, my love spilling out through upturned hands. and he grasps them, and i am scared. but with a soft smile he tells me to be brave, and i am. for him. always for him. every breath i take, every move i make, it's all for him. when i am in the eye of the storm, he steps in and there is calm. the waves crash beyond us, the hurricane keeps trying to drag us in, but it's just the two of us. his hand and outstretched for mine and daffodils bloom in his palm. i take his hand, every single time. and i never let go. he pulls me close and the storm turns into a meadow. it is him and me and nothing but sunflowers for miles and miles and miles. the sun beats down on us and we are the epitome of beauty. we are golden.
