Poetry

The Lucky One

“And darling, I have no words.
How can I possibly tell you
how much you mean to me?”

I’m not sure words can ever express how much you mean to me. Not just for being the person you are. But for everything you’ve done for me. Everything you’ve sacrificed. Everything you stood for, and held me up when I couldn’t stand on my own two feet. You’ve been there. Through the good. Through the bad. Through it all, you’ve been a solid structure I’ve needed to keep myself from drowning. And darling, I have no words. How can I possibly tell you how much you mean to me? How can I possibly tell you that you’ve saved me over and over again? And that I’m here, following my dreams, because of you?

With every beat of my heart and every breath that I take, I remind myself that you gave me the strength to survive. And I may not have known you back then, but I knew you were out there, waiting for me. You, my love, have always been my strength. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m the lucky one.

© Sarah Doughty

I’m the lucky one.

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