“My love, you are my anchor.
I was always meant to be yours.”

These thoughts, how the arrest me in the night. How they hold me hostage and haunt me, like memories, playing out on the moonlit walls in front of me. It was the way you held my hand, as if you were afraid to let me go. Like I was a balloon and could blow away in the wind if you didn’t keep me anchored to the ground. But, my love, I never would have left your side. Since the first day we connected, you became my anchor. You are still my anchor. And though I may not have realized it in the beginning, I was always meant to be yours. Bound beyond time and space.

© Sarah Doughty

That’s what makes us

Happy birthday to
my wonderful husband.

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