Writing Our Story

Morning light spills over your body, and I just

Lay here, quietly, watching you sleep like I never want this moment to

End, because when I'm with you, the world feels like it finally

Makes sense, even though nothing really has to

Your hand brushes mine in your sleep, and it's like

I'm transported back to that first time, when I wasn't sure if this

Was real, but now every breath I take feels like it's tied to you, like

We're connected in ways I don't think I'll ever fully understand

There's a kind of magic in how you smile at me

Across a crowded room, like I'm the only one who matters—like you can see