The words behind the moment
Years Like Candlelight
A letter from Nina
I was just thinking about the way you laughed at breakfast, the same laugh that stopped me in my tracks all those years ago. Somehow it hits even harder now, because I know every contour of the life that laugh belongs to.
Another lap around the sun, and I still catch myself watching you across a room like you're something I'm lucky to have stumbled into. The years haven't dimmed anything—they've just made the light steadier, warmer, and more ours.