Choice

Her winds were a bit chilly and harsh at first but I battled through the force of her emotions not with ease but with care. Every gust I would fall to my knees holding myself trying to warm myself up to keep my body temperature in check. It was almost futile but still I rise. Every grunt, every whimper I still stayed within her cyclone of emotions. She needed to know I would never dismiss her or walk away on my own accord. She needed a soldier to battle her sometimes. She needed a Queen to be diplomatic but kind to handle her imbalance. She needed someone to allow her to be free but still have a hand lightly touching her shoulder like a butterfly kiss to assure her that she isn’t alone in this journey. I was it. I was it by choice not because the universe thrusted us together. Not because I had nothing else better to do. I was here either battling her winds or being protected by her because I choose to be. I will always choose to be by her side.

-7/2019