It's been a while, my dearest love, yet here you are in all your tenderness and fury, ready to tuck me in as the child I become sometimes. Thank you amor, for such selfless love, you're a waterfall of compassion and patience, understanding and more. Where would I be without you, I wonder often, but not often enough to remember that, even in the darkest of times, after years of drought, you are still blooming somewhere in the sand storm, and I just need to plant myself on the ground to find you again, and you'll be there, as always, with all your love, ready to take me in and nurture the neglected garden I can be.
Today I decided to go against my mind once more, this time for a good reason. You reminded me of how great you can be, no matter the quality of what's to come, you let me put it all out, right on your lap as you knit me a blanket of words and warmth. My darkest fears, my deepest wounds, no matter how cold the caves, you can always draw the honey from within, and feed me light. Such powers were only allowed for gods, I thought, but I guess we all have the universe inside us, and that is those so-called gods.
Thank you for staying with me, believing in me but never pushing. Your teachings have always mattered the most, so has your love. Buried under concrete for so long until the roots of my soul found you, calmly taking your time, trusting you'll get out, believing in my strength, knowing that, no matter the pain, I was tougher in my infinite tenderness.
And I am, still. So I thank you, for never leaving my side with your acts, your mind and your words.