I think back
on the moment that we met.
I was a different person then,
unsure of myself and my place
within the world, uncertain
if there would be a spark
when we met, something
that could grow into a flame.
Yet, from the moment
that I looked into your eyes,
I didn’t just find a flame;
instead, I could see the mountains
that we would climb together,
the seas that we would journey
on and the winds that would
stoke the flames within each
of us. I blinked my eyes
and looked into your beautiful face,
finding a home within your gaze.
You are proof that time travel is real;
how else to explain that the eight years
that we have been together
have gone by so quickly?
It still feels like I met you only
a year ago, entering the coffee shop
with nervous anticipation
and finding the other half of myself
when I heard you speak my name.
There are so many more worlds to experience,
mountains to climb, seas to sail across,
each moment of time like a grain of sand
that falls into the hourglass
that we have created together.
When I gaze into your eyes now,
I not only see everything
that we have done, but also
all that we have yet to do.
My life is so much more
than I ever thought it would be
and that is the magic
that we create together.