It was easy to hold your hand.
Even during the storm, after hesitation, it was easy to hold on.
A brief flicker of doubt followed quickly by understanding and love.
It was easy to love you.
Each day my heart grew fonder of the kind, nurturing, patient, whimisical person you are.
While the winds grew stronger and the rain became shards of glass, I held on.
While the light of my future dimmed, I found solace in the shine of your smile.
It was easy to stay.
Losing friends and relatives hurt. The blood loss wanned on me.
Even then I held strong knowing losing you would be total decapitation.
Blood may be crimson but nothing is as sweet as the tender embrace that was gifted to me each night.
In the end, it was always easy.
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