What did we come from to get here? Why is it when I'm near you things feel fuzzy, yet become so clear? You had your own life and I had mine up until the day we became intertwined. Now we're two halves of a whole life and I was ready to be your wife. I lay here in pain feeling stained, from the past of hurt and hell but you stand here next to me understanding very well what it's like to feel this way and why it is that some days I want to run away. You support the fact that I may need your every presence and then immediately need some distance we don't always see eye to eye and at times it makes me cry but we find a middle ground to stand on, a lovely imperfection to be found both from broken or uneasy families it's not always easy to be how we feel we should be while on this journey we call life a pair, a family, a unit, we try to stand strong, for the little ones after us who have to carry on I pray we make it I pray we figure it out I pray you and I will know what it's all about to fulfill our own needs as well as those we love because each of us are strong on our own but together, you and I rise above.