...And So It Is...

It’s funny, you know… One of my fondest memories of us (of which there are many, honey) is of the time we went driving towards the city, after taking a wrong turn, as we raced down the hill that overlooks Hamilton, the hundreds and hundreds of tiny lights all agleam, and for a moment feeling as though we really were teenage runaways, as though all we really had was each other, and feeling the terrible, wonderful freedom that comes from being really, truly on your own and alone, separate from society. Despite these lonely notions, I had, at that point, never, ever felt closer to anyone, anyone in my life. It was at that point that I resolved to myself, I made a vow that I would never, ever let her down, that I would never, ever give up on her, that I would never, ever let her forget how much she means to me, how much I love her, how much I need her… How she is, honestly, the closest person I have in my life. Because it was at that moment that I knew, that I knew that we had each other, that we could and would rely on each other until the end, and that she really, truly held a piece of me that I never even knew was missing. As ridiculously clichéd as that sounds, there is actually a part of my soul that is indelibly tied to her, there is a bond that grows tighter and tighter with each little moment like this that we share… And I hope, and I think I know, that she feels it too. That’s why we can stick together, why I can tough it out through this, through it all, despite the distance, despite him, in spite of it all… There’s just a symbiotic link between us, and like anything symbiotic, we wither and begin to die when we’re apart. And so it is.