Three People.
Or
These are Thank You’s.
Part 1.
We got lost in the woods.
Our conversation was mostly silence.
Our conversation was made up of feet hitting the damp sand,
and the occasional “oh shoot.”
Our conversation was continued in words written on paper,
old school style.
We got lost in the woods, but found a clearing a ways off.
We both knew we had been there before, yet we didn’t want to face having to go
back the way we came.
It’s no wonder we were so hesitant to go back the way we came.
To get home we had to go through a valley.
To get to safety, to get back to the place we had known, to get back to the place we had come from, we had to go through the valley.
Valleys come. And hills come too.
Valleys:
You have to get through the hard things to get to get over them.
You have to face your fears to fight them.
You have to go through valleys to get to the hills.
Valleys can be long and dark, scary and tough.
Valleys can be filled with laughter and smiling, jokes and memories.
Hills:
There is always someone walking next to you, ready to catch
you when you trip and fall.
Fight for them.
Hold on to them.
Fight along side them.
We talked about dark things:
demons and death
God was there too.
Thank you for fighting for me.
Thank you for catching me when I trip and fall.
Thank you for fighting along side me.
We talk a lot about how life is
messy and hard.
We talk a lot about how we’re
living it together.
Thank you for living life along side me.
Thank you for your togetherness.
Thank you for laughing with me as we get stuck in the
quicksand.
This memory will always be a mountain to me.
That day, my Polaroid produced a landscape with hills and
valleys.
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