She and I have been around the bend once or twice. She and I have loved and lost and fought for this... made pacts, promises, prayers and cried for this. Because this was the only thing keeping us sane when we were lonely, when we were hurting or feeling broken. This was the foundation of everything we believed. It was the only way. It is the only way, and now I am traveling alone. My heart hurts for her. Because she and I were believers in miracles, believers in the unseen and impossible.
The years have brought with them distance and guarded words. Every day is slowly pushing you farther and farther from our safe place, our brought up little world of faith, passion, purpose, where are you? I can hear you crying out and I can feel the conviction building in your soul. Is that why you cried? Is that why you waited to tell me? Because maybe it was easier to leave me out of it all, knowing that I would feel broken. I have found that the more we try to force people into believing that they will 'come out' of the darkness and one day understand what it all means, the more we feel the darkness. Feel the pain of knowing that they are just, wandering. But aren't we all just wandering. So tonight, I promise to still love, and still fight for what I know is the way, the truth and the life, and I will wait until your wandering is over. Because she and I are believers, even if the world takes her for a little while.
