Prevail

We're there for the comfort. Ugly words. Aren't they? And yet every bit of truth rings in those words. I wish they didn't. We weren't always like this. The hot palms clenched with rage. The sore throats from the fighting. I once knew a time when we were happy.
Most people call it the honeymoon phase. Well, that trip has long passed for us, hasn't it? I remember directly after that, we went into a horrible slump. The fights were intense and daily. Things were so ugly. But we managed to turn them around.
Then you left me. You left me for duty, you said. And I fell in love again. The distance rejuvenated my heart. When you left, you have no idea what I went through. The depression cut very deep into my soul. I threw myself into work, but I could not do it. I cried so many times. I remember I used to lay in your bed, and smell you in your sheets. Remember you and I'd cry and cry and cry and you would fade from pillows. I would fall asleep and dream of you and I'd wake up when I heard you call my name. But you weren't there. Those were my darkest times.
When you came back, we fell in love all over again. But that last a couple weeks. We came back to comfort. Which isn't all that bad, but we cannot possibly survive off just that.
Now here we are. I wish a new us would submerge from all this. This is our last chance. We have no more. Some things we need to try hard at and work for them but then again, sometimes things should come just naturally. Here's hoping we prevail.