I'm still afraid to break you like she did; you are more fragile than you like to let on. I'm even more afraid to lose the only thing that shines in the darkness surrounding me. You're chest, that simple thump-thump-thump of your heart, it's my anchor. My faith when I hid from God.
I'm broken, but you aren't in a hurry to fix me. You love me anyways, you say. And if you can love me at my saddest, I can't wait to see how easy this is when I'm healed and happy again.