“He stole you from me. And you let him get away with it.”
“Don’t say sorry for letting me in on it because I’m making it my right to know.”
“Love you too babe. You made me a promise. See me again soon.”

I cling to your words the way a climber clings to her lifeline. On the edge and looking down at certain death but feeling safe nonetheless because of the unbreakable cord that keeps her tethered to the ground.

I never loved technology so much as now, when a few buttons is all it takes to tug at that cord and feel the reassuring resistance from your end. Never mind that I have to do it in secret. I do what I can.

All I know is that I feel safe with you, loved by you.