And How Can We Not Be Moved By You
There are those that will hinder me from You.
Strongholds that mar the love that we share.
Pieces of me that I will have to painfully scrap away, fermenting shards I have to pull out of the the stricken ground of my heart.
One, by one, by one.
The world is a bleak place sometimes, with torn memories and gray areas so deep asunder no one finds their limitless ends.
Yet.
You still hold strong.
You are my everything, even through this.