One year living with you. Many more I'll spend by your side. Hand in hand, stride by stride, on cobblestone or mountain, field or ice.
For me, you are the church at the top of a hill; the rush of warm air indoors after a dark, wintry promenade; a handsomely weathering copper roof; a pair of contacts worn right-side-out; the spark of kosher salt in a chocolate chip cookie; the instrumental break of a song, crescendoing all the better after everything that came before.
My now, my now, my now.
❤️
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