i speak your name, and it feels like the world sighs in relief, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment of tenderness. your eyes, oceans i no longer fear to dive into. they pull me under, and i sink willingly, knowing your hand is there to guide me back. you laugh, and it feels like sunlight breaking through a storm. not because it heals me, but because it reminds me i was never broken to begin with. we’ve built a language from the quiet things: the brush of fingers, a glance across a crowded room, the way your breath finds mine in the dark. i hold you, and the universe shrinks to this moment, this weight, this warmth that makes time irrelevant. there is no before or after, only now. sometimes, i think love is too small a word for what we are. we are the air between stars, the gravity that keeps them close. we are a home no storm can touch. and still, i say it, not because it captures everything, but because it captures enough: i love you, and you love me, and the rest of the world can wait. thank you for putting up with the sad poems tho :) ~to her