Noble Cause

The fear in your eyes still haunts me. To think of you facing such a terrifying proposition… it felt like the very ground beneath me was crumbling. You'd give your life for duty. But I only want you for me. 

I told you the truth. That your life is the most precious thing to me. I painted you a picture of our future.

But what if it wasn't a hypothetical? What if it was real? Would I be strong enough to say, "Live for us"?

The thought makes my stomach churn. I don't want to think about it. I want to bury it deep within me and pretend it doesn't exist. But the shadow lingers. It threatens to consume us both.

You speak of sacrifice. But what is more heroic than a life filled with the simple, everyday magic of being together? You think you need a noble cause. But your greatest purpose is me, and my greatest joy is you. 

Oh, darling, how I cherish every beat of your heart, every breath you take. I want your laughter. That deep rumble that shakes your whole body, echoing through our empty nest when our children are grown. I want to watch you sleep, your chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, and trace the lines of worry etched on your brow, knowing they're born of love for me. Honey, I long to wake to the warmth of your smile every morning, watching the sunrise through the window as you put your arms around me, and dancing with you in the kitchen. I want to grow old with you. And even if our hair streaked with silver, we'd still be holding hands. Our eyes still sparkling with the magic of first love.

And so, I'll tell you. I'll tell you that your life is precious. I'll tell you that I need you, not for sacrifice, but for life. For a lifetime of tender vows, stolen kisses, and the quiet comfort of knowing I am loved, truly, deeply, unconditionally. 

Tonight, I'll hold you close. I'll whisper sweet nothings into your hair and let you feel the steady beat of my heart against your chest. So you won't ever doubt the love beats strong between us. No matter how dark the clouds may gather or how fiercely the winds may howl. I'll be here, always, to remind you of this.

And I will pray that this fear is nothing more than a fleeting nightmare. I will fight for us, for our love, and for the life we're meant to live. Because it's the greatest gift I've ever been given.

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