A Crushing, a Healing

I loved you before I even knew what it actually was.

But you exist between the lines of what I write, behind the lyrics of the songs I sing and in every pang of homesickness I feel not knowing why.

Now my fingers are cold around your wrist but your skin is warm so I let instinct guide my hand down to yours - we're not exactly holding hands but the way our fingers are half-entwined together is definitely something.

I don't have to give it a name or call it anything to know that it is real.

At this moment, all that matters is you and I. The sky could be set alight with a thousand exploding stars and I'd still make a wish.

I know that our story may end before civilization crumbles and the sun swallows us all.

I know that you think forever is broken, forever is overrated, but I believe that it can start with us.

Forever can be ours if you want it.