Ink Stained Soul…

It was blurry, those lines between us. From the very first night, my soul felt seen. I didn’t know why, but I trusted you. Without any hesitation, I trusted you. Your voice has calmed my storms. Every single time, you answered when I needed you to remind me. The world was making me question my foundation; it was your voice that grounded me, still in who I was. The facts of the situation didn’t add up… How could this man be this way, and we be nothing? My spiral into darkness when the calls weren’t answered… Well, that was a death I had to learn to be reborn from. Still, the lesson I found was in ways you were grounding me. Your voice was in my head. When I was at my worst, I heard you telling me what to do. I heard you calm me, words that were so clearly yours. I heard your voice telling me I’m not stupid. All this creating more blurry lines in our story. I have no answers, and I’ve run out of questions. I simply know this: you are my grounding force and the one to whom my soul says listen.