I do not imagine I will ever cling to her like she is the last handhold on an otherwise sheer cliff.

Posted 8 months, 3 weeks ago
I do not imagine I will ever cling to her like she is the last handhold on an otherwise sheer cliff. I have wings. I am ever here in this moment because she is where I want to be. She is not some inanimate savior, she has wings of her own to flutter and soar. I intend to fly beside her, to tumble through the air in loops and gambols, to carry her when she grows tired, to keep her warm beneath them against raging winds.
~ Thomm Quackenbush