your chest rising and falling
as you rest your fevered head.
three years. amazing, right?
considering us, I think so.
my mind falls back to this night three years ago
holding your hand as you chose our playlist.
jack, rascal flatts, clapton.
so full of hope and love..
what happened?
I'm not the same,
but neither are you.
what was the catalyst?
too soon. too young.
but we can grow
together.
I may not be certain
that I would choose this again.
but would I still kiss you?
hold you? laugh? love you?
only God knows,
but I do love you
more than I ever thought I could.
happy anniversary, love.
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