I curl up in a ball with a blanket and my tea, open a book and try to read.

No good. Thoughts of him keep me from processing the story. The image of his brown eyes is burned in my head…forever, I hope.

Forever. For always. Such beautiful words. Once upon a time, they were scary. They frighten me no longer. He will be with me for always. Forever. I never need be alone.

He fills my heart with a song to which I have not yet been eloquent enough to put words. Nothing is good enough to describe what I feel. Love fits, surely…as it covers a lot.

Mmm. His love for me and mine for him envelop me. I imagine him holding me tight, humming this internal song we share. I picture us dancing, chanting, under a full moon. I see a candle before me, representing his fiery nature. This candle shall never go out, and will guide me through even the darkest of my life’s umbras.

My energy flows into his, and his into me. That’s as good as any lullaby can be.