Her

To know her is to love her. To have her is the fear you could lose her. She holds such power in her gaze, such life behind those eyes, a devastating grip that shifts between love and loss. You are scared if you hold on too tightly, she might choke. The fear that if you allow yourself to feel so deeply, to love so loudly, she will build a raft to escape such noise. Floating away from what could have been, on a river of your tears. Tasting salt that leaves you dying of thirst, yet, never looking back as the tides set their course for heartache.

Dearest reader, who is she to you? Tell me about her.