Has it ever crossed your mind the idea of the uncertainty of life and the way it carries within itself its sweet surprises? The kind of morning where it filters in soft and golden. A charming oddity, a familiar face in the quiet hum of hymns. A relic of my past. Like the threads of an ancient tapestry, intricate and deliberate, our paths entwined once more.
The unknown felt wondrous, the new felt necessary. Our words were nothing but shadows, fleeting and insufficient. A mere placeholders for the far deeper current swirling beneath. It was a meeting, of hearts and minds both.
You are the solace to every ache I’ve carried, the quiet murmur beneath life’s noise, grounding me in a certainty I’ve never known. There is a kind of forever in the way you look at me, as if time itself bends to make space for us.
Good things have been, good things are coming, good things are right in front of me now. You, my own complement of synapses.
Reminding me that love, in its purest form, is not something we fall into, but something we rise toward. And with you, I rise.
Love, that was always destined to emerge. Love, for a great long time and far into life.
For as long as time allows, for as long as this love carries us onwards.
Love, Laras
2024
