Letting Go of Us — J.M. Witt

Cassidy, While grieving for my mother I lost sight of you, my love, my life, and what we had created. You said the one word I never wanted to hear from your lips and it nearly broke me. I know now that it was your plea for me to hear you. I heard you and I planned on fixing it, even if it took the rest of my life. We never bargained for what came next. You became a stranger to me, my own wife. Wife. The word was suddenly foreign to me. Thrust into a situation we didn't expect, you proved to me over and over again what love was. I pray you'll let me return the favor. My cage is empty and waiting for you, my Blackbird. I'll spend eternity proving that I'm never letting go of us. Always, only, forever… James