When my love gets upset, he descends into a deep, dark, dense forest of despair; as deep, as dark, as intense as his eyes.

And in this forest, he is overtaken with a shroud of guilt, self-doubt, self-devaluation. So when my love gets upset and retreats into his forest of despair, I go into the dark forest after him, to find him in its dismal depths and bring him back out with me, into the true light of day and into the warmth of my love.

I do this, even times when it was my own anger and tears that sent him into the forest. I put aside my grievance against him; I know he sends himself into the forest because he loves me and finds himself unworthy of my love, but I cannot let him be in that horrible, dark place, believing he is bad.

He is my love, and he, too, comes after me when I retreat into my deep, dark forest of despair.