my careless contagion

She found me lost and alone wavering like a metronome born into a hateful world she swallowed me in her arms and I was never the same One woman can change a man  one love, one touch, and one forever if you don't believe me just look at me now She loves me at my worst lifts me up when I feel done grants me access to a new world where I don't have to be perfect She's knows I'm just a man but treats me like I'm better, made of something swift and strong and forever young She also sees the scars etched deeply in my flesh I stand naked before her but she never judges What I am is changed her love changed me rearranged me put me back together better even made me look at myself and not hate what I saw Now I see why God gave woman to man what a blessing, what peace what a stunning realization so different from what I've always known And so I love her, too,  the same as she loves me with everything I have until my last breath what a beautiful woman to make such an ugly m...

Her words came through the screen in my hands like a bolt of lightning. My brain sputtered and my thumbs fumbled, wrote something, backed up, wrote again, backed up, wrote again, and finally replied.  She said she loves me.  Those words were like a gullywasher to my parched soul. Like a cheeseburger to a POW. Of all the words I wanted to hear in this word, those were exactly it. I fell asleep with a smile on my face that night. And I slept like a baby.  My writings here over the last 11 months have been a smattering of this and a smattering of that, though writing about her — the one I love — has predominated. My effusions about her have come in every shape and color. Looking back, some of what I've written is painful to read. Some of it makes my heart take flight. Some of it is merely notes on how I was doing at the time and no longer applies, but somehow she got tangled up in my mess. And that shouldn't be surprising. I was very messy for a very long time. Some...