I was fine. Completely ok.
Alone. But fully capable.
I was safe.
Then you showed up.
Walls broke down.
You loved my ugly.
Stood by my messy.
Challenged my push back to let you help.
I was fine. Not really.
I was alone and surviving.
I was hidden and now I’m seen.
The truest me locked away.
With you I get to be that me.
Love is defined so many ways.
As we grow I see many of them.
I feel many of them.
I’ve experienced many of them.
I was fine. Glad I’m not fine anymore.

MF