His dark lashes frame his soul-warming eyes, as if, by staring into then, I can see my future set out before me. It's within those golden tendrils that permeate the emerald green irises. They tell me stories of safety. Love. Growth. I see a future of happiness and sunshine smiles, even through the storms. For there is always a rainbow, you just have to look for it. And I will. I will wake up every day, seeing those eyes stare at me adoringly, and choose to see the rainbow with him. The paradox of it is that he's my gold at the end of the rainbow. But together, we can discover wealth. The wealth of happiness and a life worth living. Filled with adventures, within our backyards or across the globe. I know that wherever I go, I can look beside me and see his fingers intertwined with mine.
And when the darkness reaches his eyes and anxious thoughts encroach his mind, storm clouds will cover. But I make a promise to him, and to myself, that I will be the light that breaks through those clouds - the rays that pierce through and remind him that it is day. I will be the torch in the darkness that leads him to the liberation of joy. Holding his hand, as he holds mine, together we will walk the desperate mile. I know that when my battery runs out, he'll be there to replace my darkness with his light. I trust that it will be him who has his arms around me as he guides me through. "I'm right here. I'm right here. It's ok," he says. And the comfort and warmth that emanates from his soul to puncture into mine. And I accept it with open arms, vulnerable and willing to take the chance. It is the confidence in this decision that soothes me. The confidence that swells within me when I see his smile and the way his eyes light up. The certainty as he pulls me chin up, meeting his lips with mine. It's never felt so right.