Moments Of Us

The moments of us that I hold dear are the calm after the storm, where the perceived destruction reveals the beauty of reality. The sideways glances and knowing smiles that have never faded yet feel less frequent: the endless patients and love, both strong enough to tear the other apart.

We are far from perfect. That is a fantasy played out in the hearts and minds of others. Yet I believe it’s our imperfections that make us perfect, that makes us willing to look long and hard at the reflection we still understand little about, yet are willing to explore for the other.

I know you could have done better, lived a calmer life, a more stable and predictable existence, yet you chose me, as I did you.

Since that faithful moment, our every day has been transported to the greatest of highs; and the depths of despair. Yet together, I feel we have lead a blessed life of our design. A life in the rich vein of experience that few can imagine, and fewer still have had the privilege of indulging in.

For all you have done and all that I did not.

For all you are willing to do and all that I am not.

I thank you for this journey.