Piece by Piece

We've both been used to wearing armor for a long time, haven't we babe? Navigating through these minefields our life choices insist on putting before us… the careful words, the guarded emotions, the constant vigilance before taking each and every step…

The kind that lets you survive, but never breathe.

It'll be so nice, won't it? When we can finally start taking that armor off, piece by piece. To not have to carry the weight of it everywhere we go anymore, to be able to stretch and move without the limited mobility it imposes.

And then, one day down the line, to just take both of those suits of armor and drop them off in the nearest recycle bin, to be hauled off and never seen again.

I can feel my shoulders lifting already, babe, just knowing that's what we've got to look forward to. But I know we aren't there yet… heck, I've got a sense we've both had to double it up the past few days, for our own separate reasons. Each presented with our own needlessly complicated puzzles (…that we've both gotten so good at solving… sadly…) to have to solve to disarm one bomb or another…

But, you know what? We will. Piece by piece, day by day, that armor will come off. And when we get there? We won't ever look back. We'll just stand there, hand in hand, bare before each other, lighter than we've ever been. Glorious and open and safe.

And I'll pull you close, skin against skin, finally able to just be. No walls, no weight, no distance… just us.

And we will be free. Together.

Yours.