If it were up to me, we’d be beside each other at this very moment.
Talking about the vastness of space and the great unknown.
Or the stubbornness of your code.
Or the complexity of international politics.
Or the latest addition to your playlist.
Or that series I’m watching (or re-watching, so I’d finally get to hear you say: LET’S WATCH K-DRAMA TOGETHER PLS. I brought fries from Potato Corner too.).
Or that gut-wrenching meme that I still don’t get, but had you laughing for weeks.
Or the heartbreaking lyrics of Coldplay‘s recent release that drove me to tears the first time I heard it.
Or those sick handles that broke your friend’s ankles.
Or that up-and-coming indie band’s solid set on their first gig at Jess and Pat’s.
Or that insane guitar riff that just came to you while in the shower.
Or that lovely tea we had at that quaint tea shop we accidentally stumbled upon when we got lost.
Or @chrisburkard‘s latest content on Instagram that has left us awestruck yet again.
Or @NASA‘s breathtaking photos that are out of this world…literally.
Or just, nothing.
Here with you, this is my safe place. I am safe with you.
You are my safe place.
We’re holding hands and my head is on your chest, as we’re laying on the grass, under the stars, marveling at that stunning moon in all its fullness.
If it were up to me, I’d lean in closer, so that my face is now only a few inches far from yours. I’d plant a kiss on your forehead, then breathe in slowly, and then close my eyes. I’d find your heart and feel it beating.
1, 2, 3…you’re alive and you’re here. And you’re with me.
I’m alive and I’m here. And I’m with you.
Thank God we’re alive…with each other…for each other.
If it were up to me, I’d let you read this piece, and you’ll find that every mention of “you” is followed by your beautiful name.