I have come to be quite the pessimist as of late. Everything is horrible and aflame, literally and figuratively.

But when the love of my life takes my hand and says everything will turn out okay, I say my heart aches but agree with her; not that she is a sage or seer, but that I owe it to the fire she lit within my chest of warmth and sunshine.

I say my heart aches with tragedy and fear and hopelessness, but for her and her light, I know that everything will be okay. 

When I doubt my ability to be loved, I return to her quiet and her light and know the darkness may be strong, but we are stronger. Stronger even if my heart aches. Because I must believe it.