My love
"After the rain comes the rainbow"; "there is light at the end of the tunnel"; "the sun will rise again"... what if I like the rain, the solitude and the silence of night-time? The comfort in the depression? I can't be disappointed by my own sadness - only by being too much for people whom will never give me enough.
And then, there you were - You, who had always been there. My downpour on a choppy sea. The company in my solitude. My northern star in the dark sky.
The joy in the little things. Not escaping; not wanting to. Treading this water together. Igniting the fires within our souls.
Simbiosis, as nature intended.

















