Dear significant,
There was a time, not long ago, that I was broken. I was consumed by a fire of self loathing that left inside of me nothing more than the blackened ash of hate. For a period that seemed to last an eternity I forgot the beauty of a sunny sky and the happiness of the perfect song played at just the right time. A monster with a million roaring heads and razored claws devoured everything good inside. This monster still lurks in the shadows of my mind, its name is depression.
But then you saved me.
In the days that it went from bad to worse was the time you showed up. As I stopped fighting the beast and began to surrender to the war inside is the day you entered my life.
My knight in shining armor, and my dearest forgotten friend, you picked up the bronze sword and began to fight my war when I did not have the strength. You rode in on your great white stallion on the days that a razor looked kind and my Dad’s old pain pills sounded awful nice. You dragged me, unknowingly, out of the inky pit and away from the edge.
Dear significant,
There was a time, not long ago, that I was broken. I was consumed by a fire of self loathing that left inside of me nothing more than the blackened ash of hate. For a period that seemed to last an eternity I forgot the beauty of a sunny sky and the happiness of the perfect song played at just the right time. A monster with a million roaring heads and razored claws devoured everything good inside. This monster still lurks in the shadows of my mind, its name is depression.
But then you saved me.
In the days that it went from bad to worse was the time you showed up. As I stopped fighting the beast and began to surrender to the war inside is the day you entered my life.
My knight in shining armor, and my dearest forgotten friend, you picked up the bronze sword and began to fight my war when I did not have the strength. You rode in on your great white stallion on the days that a razor looked kind and my Dad’s old pain pills sounded awful nice. You dragged me, unknowingly, out of the inky pit and away from the edge.
You saved me from my worst enemy,
myself.
And as the time passed you drew out parts of me I hadn’t seen for years. You unearthed the fossils of giddy feelings I hadn’t felt since I was a young child, unaware of how cruel this world could be. What I was doing wasn’t living; it was worse than being dead, but you resurrected me.
We were just friends at first, but eventually, somehow, we’ve become something more. You won my heart with dorky smiles and stupid jokes, and I will never regret losing my heart to you.
You became the Cas to my Dean, the John to my Sherlock, and most of all, the significant to my other.
We both know about the darkness that still lurks within me, though we don’t talk about it. But there is an unspoken promise that you will be there to hold me when I cry, and put the pieces back together when I break. You’ll be there to help me fight my battles.
You, by just being you, helped me conquer something before it pushed me to a place of no return. And with your smiles and your hand in mine we plant new seeds in a scorched forest. We start anew in the good, the bad, and the just okay.
For after all, you are my significant.
With a love that is too immense to be justly expressed,
Other.
By Sarah Hable