“Through Every Storm”

“Through Every Storm”



I woke each morning to Jennie’s warmth,
her breath soft beside mine,
a closeness that never needed chains,
just love, steady, quiet, real.

Jen was by my side day and night,
not held by force,
but by the way our hearts fit together,
two souls choosing the same path
without ever needing to be asked.

We had storms, yes,
but never ones we made.
They came from outside,
from the chaos others carried,
from the problems they brought
into a life we were trying to build.

The children’s struggles,
their issues spilling into our peace,
and the shadows of people
who hacked, interfered,
and tried to twist what they never understood.

But even in the noise,
even when the world pushed against us,
we held on.
We stood together,
side by side,
weathering every storm
that wasn’t ours to begin with.

If I could wake to her once more,
I’d hold that moment like breath,
because loving Jennie
was the calm in the middle of everything,
the love that stayed strong
even when the world around us didn’t.

Our love, Our memories, none of this will ever change because they have hacked every account we have, not a chance, it just makes our story louder and leads right up to the gangs behind all the hacking over these years...

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