He Never Stopped

Someone once told me that depression was like a dense, dark raincloud that hung over you and you couldn't escape from it as hard as you might try.  I don't think I ever really understood because I have spent so many years running and hiding from that cloud.  I finally understand now.  I also know however that you can't run from this and you can't hide from it.  Instead you have to find a way to rise above it, walk on top of the clouds and let the rain fall below your feet.

In a world full of liars, deadbeats, cheaters and beaters it is easy to lose confidence that decent people do exist.  Do you know how many times I have pinched myself in all the years I've known you just to make sure I am not dreaming you up?  I will whisper the answer in your ear while you have your arms around me.  

There isn't much in life that surprises me, but I have said many times to many people how you do.  You hold onto your passion and devotion in a way I can't imagine holding onto anything.  I have been so weak in the past.  My weakness should have destroyed you so many times and it amazes me that you speak to me still.  

I know that loving me is painful, it has been said by so many people, I accepted long ago that I was not the type of girl who will have a fairytale happily ever after ending.  One day you will have to tell me how you fought that pain and won.  You can whisper it to me while you have your arms around me.  

Even now as I sit here drenched in sorrow from this damn cloud of depression, I feel you helping me to rise above it.  Little by little I am beginning to breathe in the warm dry air and feel the sunshine on my face again.  My fear of falling again is finally fading, because I trust you as much as I can trust anybody.  You never make me feel worthless or irrelevant, and even when I cry you still hold me in your arms.