Wanting to write..

The wind blew in her hair as the moon shined overhead. She enjoyed driving at night when the world was a peace; when it was calmer as the chaos from the day slept. The song playing on the radio made her nostalagic. Thinking of a time that wasn't that long ago yet it felt like forever. When she felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest, like her world was ending because for her child it was. Her child had became very ill and the doctors were unsure how long she had. There were moments when she felt so alone and so isolated. She didn't know how she was going to cope without her baby girl. She casted a sideways glance at the man sitting beside her. Her husband. They had went through this situation together, although it didn't always feel that way. When something like this happens, the pain is so much to bear that words are hard to say. And without words being said, it's hard to understand what's going on in someone's head. What they feel in their hearts. So the pain, the frustration, the sadness comes out in anger to the point where you're blaming the other person and no words are spoken. Silence just overcomes and surrounds you when what you want most is to feel the other persons arms surround you. To feel comforted in this bad time and know that everything is going to be okay. But it's hard to assure someone else when you can't assure youself. So the silence builds until you feel like your heart is going to break from it and you cry out to stop the pain. That day, she did cry out. Broke down into uncontrollable sobs when she thought that he had left for work. But fate stepped in and he heard her cry. And he did what came natural to him, what she had wanted from the beginning, what they both needed, he put his arms around her and held her as she cried. His own face was moist as they comforted each other. With their cries breaking the silence, they were able to talk. To say what was in their heads and on their hearts. As they talked, they continued to hold each other, giving each other the strength they had unconsciencously given each other from the beginning but rebuilding it to make it a stronger foundation. Later that day, that had found out that their daughter was going to be ok. Their tears of sadness became tears of joy as they held each other once more.

As the song went on, he looked over at her and read in her eyes what she was thinking. Not saying a word, he simply reached over and grabbed her hand giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked back at the road while keeping their hands intertwined. She smiled at him and turned around to see their daughter asleep in the backseat. The smiled remained there as she looked back at the road. Oh, how she enjoyed driving at night.