The darkness approaching, enveloping me in its quiet seduction. Nothingness. So easy to allow the blackness to take over, to sleep the sleep of the defeated.
I lay in the bosom of self-pity, lay there awaiting madness, awaiting relief, awaiting an eternity of pain, of not knowing the warm kiss of love.
The icy cold fingers of depression are deceiving. The numbness soothes the pain, but it removes the senses and strips what little human dignity that remains.
And then you appeared, offering only a finger to touch, a calming voice to hear and the hint of a promise, an offer of help, a vessel to a sanctuary, a safe haven.
A calmer presence to my chaotic ways, you came with stability and friendship and asked for nothing in return.
Your lifeline brought a glimmer of light into an unthinkable darkness, shining like a beacon into my tortured soul, raising my consciousness out of the pits of loneliness.
My gratitude was slow in coming, such was the damage to my psyche. Yet you persevered, fed my soul, nurtured me back to a good place And offered me your heart.
Love grew from that chance meeting, love that continues to grow each day. For it was your love that saved me, brought me back from the brink.
I am whole again, able to face life's challenges and adversities, but I am not alone. I have a partner, a lover, a guide to help me along the way, to watch my halting steps and catch me when I fall.
Your love sustains me, drives me, fuels me as nutrition, gives me reasons to live.
It is this love, this giving, this care that is my inspiration, my impetus, my very reason for existence.