Written at 1:16 am on January 10th, 2019.
It’s you. When I lie awake wondering and worrying; trying to work through the puzzle that is life. You are the one there, lying in bed next to me asleep, mumbling your way through dreams and reminding me that I am not alone. You make me smooth, solid, stable. The wrinkles on my forehead disappear when I see you in the corner of my eyes. Thank you, love, for being there, here, everywhere. For sleeping in the same bed as me at night and staining the bedsheets with your dreams. When I wake I know that my day is made whole by the knowledge of your existence. When you wake and go about your day – thinking, eating, working, laughing, feeling… living – I feel at ease. At ease knowing that you have a you, and that it’s me.