Shh my love
You don't need to know what comes next. You don't have to inflate your lungs with air for anyone. It's alright. It's alright to not know what comes next.
Life is a journey. A road paved with hardships and happiness. A road ensnared with complex roadmaps. Sometimes people need to be carried. They need to be lifted over the enormous boulders of sorrow and tip toed around paths of shattered glass.
That's where I come in. Shh my love.
Close your eyes. Rest. Let me be your feet. Let me carry you. This race is not yet won, hardly done. Shh my love, you're not alone. Your heart is where my heart is and that is home.
Shh my love.
Breath. Let me fill you with life and take away this grief.