I rooted myself firmly in an unwavering foundation: And I thrived. I discovered a level of life I hadn't known existed since fighting dragons and tyrants in the days of my youth; I loved, and I was loved, and the world was just as it should be.

And then you faltered.

I have no blame to heap towards you- I have no bitterness, no anger, no distrust.

I don't understand why the bonds that hold the world in place are so fragile. I don't understand how ecstasy can transpire to tears so quickly.

I had a plan- we had a plan; I was happy- we were happy. But life is too delicate to plan so far in the future. If I have any fault, rage or lack of trust to bestow upon anybody- anything- it would be into life's long list of sins that I would lay them.

I'm forced to sit out these empty hours and wait, knowing I won't receive any news until morning. I know that despite the gut wrenching nauseousness I feel towards life, that things will work themselves out- this peace forcing itself up out of the pit of my stomach.

The beauty of you, gives me my fortitude; stronger than any dark cloud screaming out loud. Don't you see your innocence is what's made you so beautiful from the beginning?