You’ve been my sole companion the past three nights, providing unwavering light and comfort, guiding me as I trek through the neighborhood.
I round the curve and there you are, peeping through the trees waiting to greet me in full at the stop sign.
You’re the steadiness to my life in flux, more so now than ever thus far.
The reality is that you’ve always been there; I’ve been too preoccupied to notice.
Thank you; I’m sorry.
Spending time with you is another form of therapy, a much-needed one I’m discovering.
Creepy? A bit, perhaps, but only if I allow my angsty mind to go there.
I want to know you better.
I’ll continue showing up for these dates, deriving comfort now, reminded that you’ve been there all along.