A Perfect Ten

Love is blind.
Except when it isn't.

You see me:

A perfect conglomeration of
Imperfection.

I see you:

Strength and weakness
Anchored
by
Faith and trust.

Hand in hand we walk
Down garden paths and rocky trails
Sunlit meadows and bleakest caverns

Never letting go.
Never giving up.
Never fading away.

For our trust is not one to be placed
Blindly. 

Our eyes are lit by the clear reflection of each other.

And forever we continue onward:

Seeing with hearts wide open.

 • • •

Happy 10th Anniversary, Bryson.

I absolutely adore you.

(You can read "our story" here.)