At the End of the Day

At the end of the day, my love, all that matters is the two of us.
Our world, our home, our connection, our love.

It’s not a lack of caring or empathy or concern.
It’s that at the end of the day we’re left with just us.
Us and us alone.

We’re the ones to carry our burden.
We’re the ones to pay our bills.
We’re the ones to untangle our worry.
The chills are up to us to unfold.

It’s our path. It’s a life chock full of our obligations, our greatest hopes and greatest fears and secret wishes of laughter and brightness. At the end of the day my Master it’s our bodies curled together in the same bed as last night and the same bed as tomorrow night, the same bed as forever and then hopefully again.

We have to lift the load of worry of the unknown because the worry of the known is enough.

We have to shield ourselves together, clasping hands and hearts and minds when the darkness unfurls around us, closing our eyes and emitting as much light from our touch as we can.

We have to be us, my love, because that’s the only power we have. To be true, to be real, to keep chin up and faith up and then push the darkness down. By being that, by doing that, that’s how we’ll live in peace. Because at the end of the day we can only ever account for ourselves. We’d better be proud to do so.

At the end of the day it’s gotta be about us my love.
Us and us alone.

Kind Regards,
Mrs. Darling

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