A notebook sat blank in front of me, almost pleading to be filled with secrets. Only I had no secrets to tell, only a cluttered mind and one that was filled with a bunch of random bits of knowledge and events. The navy blue ink made contact with the white spaces and words began to occupy the emptiness. Sometimes writing was better than talking to anyone. I don’t have to worry about what others think of me this way, it’s just me, then pen and the paper. No questions. No accusations. Just my thoughts.

‘A sprinkle of pixie dust, a five letter word, and a little bit of hope can change your whole life. At least it did mine and it began when I met him. That pixie dust was the spark he ignited in me, one that I thought had died many years ago. It was the way he spoke and composed himself. His voice always soothed my nerves and somehow made me feel safe, which not many had been able to do. Anytime he looked at me with his emerald green hues, my whole world stopped for just a moment and it would be like only the two of us existed. That five letter word was Zayne. He found me when I was at my lowest and loved me regardless of what was going on. He was the hope that I needed to keep living. Zayne saved my life and without him I don’t think I would be here.’

A cramp in my hand stopped me from continuing relaying what rested on my mind. My gaze drifted to the man who changed my life who had been absorbed in a movie that played on our television. Sometimes I can’t get over that he is my life partner, but I wouldn’t change that for the world.