hope & Comfort

The sun set today on comforting news. O finally appears to realize that I am well and truly his, and that I will worry myself unto death for him. He may not like it, but hes seeing it now; seeing, or feeling. He sleeps tonight, with a roof squarely over his head. His days may be numbered, but at least for a few days I know he is safe, and warm, and dry.

By his word, I am the ground beneath his feet, and the reason he has hope in 'tomorrow'; even as I do.

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