I'm terrible with words

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I'm terrible with words.

I'm still just as introverted as I was back then, when you found me by chance.
I'd much rather be in solitude than beheld with a dozen of the friends I've made over the years.
Yet it is the innate freedom where I push through the boundaries,
The bravery to do what I normally can't,
The wish to do and see new things.
I've been traveling in place, moving so much, without needing to take another step away from you.

I wish the drawings I made could make up for that deficiency,
But you always know just what to say to make my heart dive and beat.
Once, I believed I couldn't be loved, as stupid and false a notion that is—
And you proved just how wrong my own insecurities are, all those years ago.

I was… different then, wasn't I?
A scared young woman with my head in the clouds, always drawing what I saw,
Hopeful that those artworks would survive if I vanished.
Yet, in an odd twist of fate, I outlived most of my subjects.
Maybe that's why I got scared when you told me those words.
"I might be dying."

This reality is cruel, and this life is a test for many.
No child of ours deserved the grief of losing their father;
I didn't want to lose the husband I'd found in the depths of despair.
I asked, I pleaded, I broke more times than I'd admit to you.
But it was when I prayed, when I reached to the threads of the lifestream,
It was only then, with my patron's link to yours, that I could save you.

… I could have a million years to try to put the words in place, and I'd still come up short.
But the times we spent in that cozy home of yours within the realms,
The mountain's peak we visited together, drawing what once was,
The depths of the deepest pit we shared our first kiss in,
Each and every time I was afraid for my life, where my faith was tested,
I don't remember my vows to my patron,
But I remember every second I spend with you.

I might seem so far above, but we travel together, upon each of our wings.
For so long, I asked, just for one more year.
Now that I have twenty-two, I count every extra year as another blessing.
I'll count it by your side, making new memories all the while.

I may be terrible with words,
But from Life to Death,
I know the only words that truly matter for us.
All you need to know, no matter how much I say it—

I love you.