A softer tomorrow
“Every version of tomorrow feels softer once I imagine your hand inside it”
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back." — Plato
I could sit here forever
counting the reasons to be afraid.
I could dissect every silence,
every future-shaped question,
every hidden fear
until love became nothing more
than something studied instead of felt.
But then you laugh.
And suddenly fear feels small
compared to the miracle of being loved by you at all.
You make me feel like the world has chosen me specifically
to be adored by you.
Like I am some rare and delicate thing
you cannot believe is real.
You look at me
and suddenly I become more real
to myself.
More beautiful in my own skin.
I know this could hurt me.
The future is unwritten.
We are fragile creatures
trying to make permanence out of time
and still,
I choose you.
Let my love wrap around you
like sunlight against cold skin.
I hope you feel loved by me.
I hope my love reaches you fully.
Feel how adored you are.
I wish for you to feel beautiful too
not only desired,
not only admired,
but cherished.
Your name beside mine,
years from now,
a kitchen full of evening light,
our older hands still reaching instinctively for each other.
A ring catching gold sunlight for half a second
before disappearing again into ordinary movement.
Our laughter worn comfortably into the walls of a life.
The eyes of someone,
that will spend their lifetime loving you.
Every version of tomorrow
feels softer
once I imagine your hand inside it.
There is something holy
about choosing another person
without guarantees.
And if forever truly exists anywhere,
I think it begins like this.