She made me delicate.
She peeled back layers of protection,
Slipped through fortified defenses with ease.
She held my hand without really knowing.
She dissolved the idea that I was unloveable,
Soothed aching parts of me with acceptance.
She gave reason to the sound of my alarms.
She was the first and last thought of every day,
Swimming freely in my vivid imagination.
She was my twin flame, my binary star.
She provided my daily dose of sunshine,
Sparking a light in me I thought was lost.
I despise writing about her in the past tense because there is a desire so deeply rooted in my soul to hope our chapter has not yet closed but wanted to give a peak of what it was like to be loved by her. Enjoy.