Suddenly, I could smell the freshness of the rainfall and the campfire in the air.
I could feel the warmth of his gaze upon my face, the flush from the blush.
Each time I think of his touch something vibrated inside of me.
A small door was opened.
I thought that my muse had left me forever.
I thought I would never put pen to paper again.
Meeting him made me suddenly brave and comfortable in my own skin.
He felt like home and I could venture and roam, knowing he would always be there.
He would pull me back from the fire. With him, I am safe.
In the soft glow of the light, his arms around me, his arms,
his arms keep me strong. I keep moving forward knowing he is there.
This is marriage.
You were with me, you are with me. You have not gone.
With him the blue skies have returned.
I never believed they would come again.
I thought I had used up all of my tokens.
On the wish.
I look up into the cloudy blue,
knowing that I can see the forest through the trees
and feel that special kind of breeze
that only few know.
With him I am brave but without him I am brave also.
I can stand on my own two feet.
I take care of myself.
I write.
Thank you for that...
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