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“I love you doesn’t feel like enough.” He murmured against my hair, squeezing me tightly. “It doesn’t,” I agreed. “But I love you too. Until we are just whispers on the wind.”
I had once believed that to know love was to lose it. Maybe I still did. Perhaps it was love to know there was a price and to find it worth paying all the same. Perhaps it was love to have an unshakable madness burrow under your skin, asking you to choose that which terrified and exhilarated you, over and over, knowing one day it wouldn’t be a choice. Knowing that one day—when you are truly dependent on it—it will leave. By accident, choice, or time, it will be gone. Perhaps love was risk. Perhaps love was taking a leap and hoping you could withstand what happened after. I didn’t know much
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While we both wish it, I will give to you freely, sharing myself and my divinity. I will share my hopes and fears, sorrows and joys. I will be your home and your hearth, your steadfast and stalwart. I will shoulder your burdens and swallow your secrets. I will be your shield and your sword, your contrition and courage. Yours will be the name on my lips and the hands on my heart.
“You have held my heart in your hands since the moment I met you, Emmeline. Every beat and every skip you have possessed. Every thought and every dream, every secret and every fear has belonged to you. You ignited a flame in me which has burned and sputtered and raged. Ours is a fire that will never go out. Ours is a fire that will swallow us whole, and I’d rather burn with you than live in the dark.”
“Before I knew you, I searched for you, and I’ve never stopped. I found your eyes in the leaves. I found your smile in my child’s laughter. I found your patience in my heart and your courage in my own. Just a spark, a tiny flame all those years ago, which I protected and fed. A tiny spark I could never snuff, and now you’ve stoked it into a roaring fire. A warmth that protects and endures and sustains. A spark of hope and an ember on the wind of promises made and kept.”
Rain was right, and the song our shared power made was beautiful. I was nearly brought to tears as I listened to it, the sound a comfort for the soul. For a soul who had been so lost and alone, to finally feel this with him was too much.
Rain took a gasping breath as the tears threatening to fall down his face burst forth. He nodded as if what I said made perfect sense, and he pulled my hands to his chest. I watched our hands clasped tightly and listened to his heart stampeding through his chest. We both knelt together, accepting this new truth into our lives. With my hands on his heart and my own heart in my throat, we stayed there for countless moments.
