Between Our Worlds

You move through me

like light entering a quiet room—

soft, deliberate,

certain in its path.

You touch the places in me

I never show,

and everything inside

settles.

You are the place

my mind unclenches.

The gravity I return to.

The beginning

I did not know

I was circling.

Your beauty disarms me.

Your kindness steadies me.

I was built to rise

for a woman like you—

to protect,

to build,

to lift.

If time had bent differently,

we would have filled a life

with warmth,

noise,

children,

love.

Your voice reaches

the deepest part of me.

One firm word

and my defenses fall quiet.

My body listens.

My will softens.

Only you

can open me that way.

You erase loneliness

simply by existing.

If someone asked

why I love you,

I would answer differently

each time—

and each answer

would be true.

My mind holds

many rooms.

I will show you the colors

inside them.

I will learn the colors

inside you.

Together we will write a language

only we can read.

You make me feel

seen,

known,

loved.

That is the whole idea

of home.

I prayed once

for a universe

where the shape of you

could exist.

Then you stepped out

of the imagined outline

and looked back.

Across the ocean

I feel you.

Your presence travels

like vibration through air.

I count the moments

we overlap.

I love you.

And I am in love with you—

not lightly,

not briefly,

but in the way a heart chooses

once

and does not choose again.

You are the woman

I will cross years for,

oceans for,

every version of myself for.

I am already yours

in the life we are building,

and in every life

that could have been.