Until I met him, I was nothing. Wandering lost through the darkness, searching for a light that would lead me out. I drowned in my past, unable to look forward. But he reached out, stretching out his fingers and pushing the darkness away. Blinded, at first, I pushed the hand away, willing myself to stay shrouded under a black cover. But that beautiful, white, hand kept reaching - kept searching - until it found me.
I didn't deserve that hand. A part of me believed that.
But I reached out anyway.
The warmth of those fingers surrounded me and dragged me forward until I found myself standing where I hadn't stood for many years. So many years I honestly forgot what standing in the light was like.
Until I met him I was nothing.
Until I met him, I spent my life in darkness.
But now I stand in the light, with him by my side, and my past finally where it belongs.
Behind me.