In the hush between two heartbeats,
your name rests softly in my silence—
not loud, not spoken,
just there, like the sky is there—
quiet and infinite.

I don’t count the stars, love,
because they remind me
how often I’ve wished for you
before I ever knew your name.

Your smile isn’t just sunshine—
it’s the first sunrise
after a long winter
that I didn’t know I was living.

When you laugh,
the world forgets its sadness.
When you hold me,
I remember I was never broken,
just waiting to be held right.

You don’t complete me—
you unfold me,
like a letter sealed in a bottle,
finally reaching its shore.

So here’s my forever:
not in promises,
but in every quiet moment
I choose you again,
and again,
even when the world forgets to be kind.

Because loving you
feels like poetry written
in a language
only two hearts understand.