The Quiet We Built Together

I was just thinking about that tiny apartment, the one with the radiator that clanked all night and the kitchen that barely fit two people standing side by side. We didn't have much then, but we had this way of making even a Tuesday feel like something worth remembering. I think we still do.

Another year has folded itself into the stack, and somehow each one makes me love the ordinary more. Your laugh across the breakfast table, your hand finding mine in the dark, the way you say my name like it's something safe. I'd choose every version of this life with you, and I always will.