Story Time!

She

She's my rock. She tethers me to the ground when I go flying off and get lost in my head. She brings me back to Earth and wraps me in her sturdy arms.

She's my lifesaver. When I go stepping off the deep end and sink into an ocean of hopelessness she's there to help me swim.

She gives me space and lets me wander alone but knows exactly when to pull me to her. She trusts me to come back to her but knows that sometimes I need a little tug.

Right when I'm about to give up or walk away, she appears. She doesn't need to say a word. Just seeing her there for me is enough. She's everything to me.

And me to her?

Well I can't speak for her. I can say that her face lights up when she sees me. The smile she gives to me is beautiful. She shines and sparkles around me.

Her and I?

Together we make something special. She's my favourite person. I like to think I'm hers. Either way, we mean something to the other, and that's enough for me.