For every person, there is an equal and opposite.
You are hers.
She is the anxiety and grief.
You are the peace and happiness.
She is the guilt.
You are the redemption.
She makes me defend myself.
You make me realize I have nothing to defend because I’ve done nothing wrong in the first place.
She is the one I run from.
You are the one I run to.
You are in the wind that whistles as I swing away my worries.
You are the oxygen I breathe and my heartbeat.
You are every beat of music, every beat I dance to.
You are the inspiration for my art and work.
You are the reason I fight.
You are the reason that even if I lose all the battles, I have already won this war.
You are reason I smile.
You are the reason I laugh.
You, and all those I have loved before and will love again and after.
Raj.
