With you, always

I love the way your laughter feels
like sunlight spilling through my chest,
like the first warm day after winter,
soft and full of quiet promise.

I love the way you say my name,
like it belongs to you,
like it's something safe, something sacred,
something worth holding onto.

Some days, love is a grand adventure,
a firework sky, a rush of waves.
Other days, it's just your hand in mine,
steady, certain, enough.

And if the world should shift and change,
if time should pull us far from here,
know this
I will love you still, in every place, in every way,
with every piece of me.