To My Queen
Thank You
I remember that chilly December night
The pale crescent moon hovered above us
Peeking from behind itself
Curious to see where this fateful encounter would take us
Witnessing the beginning of our love story
As we moved in time at the speed of light
Our love story continues
The freckles adorning your face still shine
Like the pale crescent moon on that chilly December night
When failures pounce on me,
Causing my smile to fade and my shoulders to slump
You lift me up
Depression and anxiety
Dare not approach me in your presence
As the comfort and safety you give are infinite.
When worthlessness greets me once more
Making eyes grow hot and my inner-voice rebel against me
You show me my worth.
When self-loathing puts its arms around me
Leading me to stab my nails into my skin and believe cruel words
You cover my ears
No other person could have this impact on me
And for that,
I'll love you
In this lifetime and every single one after
Thank you, my wife
For saving my life on that chilly December night
About the Creator
Delwin Marrero
I'm just a personal trainer pretending to be a good writer.
I started writing in April 2022 due to my newfound love for Dungeons & Dragons.
Inspiring me to transport myself into fantastic worlds and incredible stories.
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