If I had one wish… it would be to grow old together. Side by Side. Hand in Hand. Your lips pressed to mines. Our retired feet kicking the coral embedded in the Bermuda Pink sand. It would be us having seen the world together… Spain, Cartagena, Malaysia, pasta in Portofino Italy.
It would be us breaking the curses placed upon our shoulders. Me taking your problems and helping you solve them. You taking my damage and nurturing me into who I’m meant to be. Us healing and loving. US getting this right. Because the was something truly right about who we were to each other.
It would be me amplifying your mind, body, spirit. Me pushing you into your success. Me supporting the in the low moments. Me taking part of the work load so your tired feet can rest. Then rubbing those tired feet down and cooking you some SALmon.
My wish would be me being the main reason you smile. Selfish, I know … but can you blame me?
If I had 1 million wishes I’d spend them all on you. If I had one I use it for you. If I had none I would pray daily over you and put my feet to the pavement to solve every single bit of this life shit for you.
I use to think I’d be enough. That my love would be enough but life simply doesn’t work that way. What we be so bad with giving a good go at something that seemed so “perfect”. I wish I could understand.

P.S.
IK Wishes don’t come the way of someone like me. Someone undeserving. And my body and soul is tired man. I’ve been close to giving up on this since my birthday. No one really knows the totality of my low, and no one really listens but the keyboard or the pen. I literally struggle to sleep, and then I struggle to get through my day. Then I come home and sit in my ‘miserable’. But I have to go on I assume.