In such dark days, I will be her lantern…in the most violent
of waters, I will be her compass…and even when we are separated, I will be with
her. For her, I will travel in darkness, even if that darkness will consume me.
All that I care for is of her safety. If my life is worth anything, hers is
worth more. Despite all that I wish to be, if under some circumstances that I much
give it all up to preserve her safety, I would give up everything just to give
her that safety.
With my sentiment
in place, I still hear a voice in the canyons of my mind. The voice says, “If
you truly love someone, you would give everything up for them. But if they
truly loved you, they would never ask that of you.” As I hear this, I still
manage to hold fast the idea I detailed before. I’m not sure how I deal with
what seems to be cognitive dissonance, but I think I am just figuring things
out. It may be a matter of knowing what I would truly do for her, but I am
realizing what the reality would be.
At any rate,
the saying matters at the same time that it doesn’t…what I mean, is that I’m
not sure of my direction…rather, our direction. I will never be certain where
she said I am to lead her…but I can be certain of one thing and it is this: I
will hold her hands in the most frightening of times. I will not abandon her
when the darkest of nights approaches.
And by the
campfires we light, I will hold her in embrace, and we will dance so slowly as
the flames that we lit reflect unto our faces as our spirits twirl around with
each other.
Daniel Helle, Twenty-seventh of April, Two Thousand and
Eleven.
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