It's so scary to know that it could all go away, for any number of reasons.
I'll try to focus on the joy instead...
The joy of knowing a heart as vast and magnificent as the Atlantic Ocean on a cold Maine morning, or the plains of Montana, sweeping out from your toes to the foothills of those sky scraping peaks...
The joy of knowing you...
The joy of your eyes on mine, your skin on mine.
The joy of your life's stories pouring into my vessel to hold for a while.
The joy, the joy. Of you.
