I stumbled upon your writings today.
It was like finding a treasure chest.

Happily, giddy, I ran to it remembering all that your writing used to be so long ago. The happy feelings joined company with the sad ones as I remembered it had been years since you've put your work in a public albeit quiet space.

I still ran.

and when I got to that chest, I found terror, anger, loss.
death.

How could I forget that you were feeling this way?
How could I forget that you always have?
How could I think that my own sadness and insecurities was enough for the both of us?

You were always this way.

And I loved you hard because of it.

This is in our roots. This has seeped into the veins and very being of this family tree we are building.

The dark wood splinters here and there and the leaves shake and fall.

But we stand strong
and we blossom.

Together.


Maybe this treasure chest didn't hold all I expected to find.
Maybe my own insecurities landed on top of yours.
...Is he talking about me? Are those my eyes he is referring to? Is the love he speaks of mine?
...does he know a love from somewhere else? Is it as deep, as good?

Maybe this treasure chest held more than just poems.
It must also hold reminders.

This is who you are. This is who we are.
This is our love.

and my love for you will always catch you, envelop you,
bring you back to life when you feel you are dead.

The cracks and the splinters will repair.
The leaves will hold tight, and the flowers will bloom.

and as we will for Eternity
We will stand. We will grow.