I love you more. Which is to say that we all have numbered days, but I want to spend my temporary forever standing next to you.
I see you in every place I enjoy, knowing one day those will be our places, and not just mine.
These miles are merely a number.
And I won’t let them separate my love for you.
We are like stars—there’s a chance we might burn out. There’s a chance the universe knows our destiny, knows we’re meant to fade before the light years even reach us.
What if we forget what it’s like to feel the softness of one another’s lips, the taste of one another’s love on our tongues?
all the doubt that’s kept you up at night
because doubt is the conscience’s defense
and your life
is worth going to battle for.
So maybe this is what it’s like to know something is real—because whatever’s in front of you no longer compares.
I want a city kind of love. The kind of love that never stops moving, that’s alive and pulsing with rhythm and energy.
What I mean when I say, ‘I love you.’ Is that I cannot imagine a life that exists without your arms interlocked with mine, or my lips kissing a mouth that is not yours.
I thought about how wildly beautiful it is that we were once just strangers, wandering around this earth without the taste of each other’s names on our tongues. How life simply happens, love simply happens. Especially when we’re not looking.