We ate and drank and laughed until we could not be filled with any more.

In the depths of the dark, the painful, you surprised me.

You, a presence, when every other thing cowered.

 

We learned how soft the other was while surrounded by too many hard things.

The looks I received could substitute the sun, lit up the caves as they were part of the Earth.

You, an antithesis, to my world.

 

We walked down roads long and winding, hoping that tomorrow would be better.

I spent every day waiting to discover how your hands felt, how your words felt.

You, a solace, I still had not touched.

 

We fell deep and hard, accidentally, finally understanding what home felt like.

Each moment was better from this point on, sticky but sweet like ballpark cotton candy.

You, a desert, I had every bite of.

 

We existed constantly hand in hand, wading in comfort of our content.

In the bright of day, wide places, you still chose me.

You, a partner, the best teammate to ask for.

 

We dreamed of tomorrows in our colorful house where our children could run sock-footed always.

The thoughts I heard filled up my heart, became the things I couldn’t stop dreaming about.

You, a future, a forever wanting to be reached.

 

We picked up broken pieces of the other with gentle manners, gentle words.

I became less and less fragile as you used ice cream and affirmation as super glue.

You, an architect, making me stronger than imagined.

 

We loved and loved and loved with hearts and minds better when combined.

Each moment savored the further you were away physically.

You, my love, always coming home to me despite difficulty.