I’d walk her into the ocean with her pockets stuffed with stones if she said that was where her happiness lived. I don’t know if that makes me the greatest of friends or the worst. But I’d go with her, wherever she wandered, without reservation or reproach.
She doesn’t need me to tell her what to do; how to live; who to be. She simply needs to be loved. That’s what I do. I love her without restriction. No stipulation, no prerequisite, no request for reciprocity. But she does – she loves me that way too. Because her soul and mine are the same.
For as long as there is life in us, no matter who joins us on the way, she and I will be together; side-by-side.
We will walk each other home.