for not giving up.
Oh we’ve changed, my love. The fast burn of flaring sparks is now a glowing, warming fire.
The tempestuous waves are now a still, deep pool.
The heady wine has become daily, nourishing bread.
Our faces are lined, our bodies are weathered, our souls are free of youthful fears and self-preservation.
We are both less beautiful. And more beautiful than we were.
We didn’t know how to do this. But somehow, it is done.
There is a reward.
And the reward is worth it all.