I’m scared. I’m joyously scared. Because I have had you, and for the last few days, nothing mattered, but you. You, and the time I’ve had with you. It was beautiful, much like you. When I close my eyes, I see you. Behind the close lids, I see a face illuminating in hope, in truth. I hope this never ends. So maybe I’m scared. Maybe you’re scared. Hey, who isn’t? This is a perfectly good thing, and in a world that steals your light, it’s only excusable to fear. Never let them steal our treasure away. It’s a sanctity you and I share. It’s our little light held in the cups of our hands. A steadfast glow, for an uncertain path ahead.

A psalm from my heart.