How You Hold My Whole World

I was sitting quietly this morning, watching the light slip across the kitchen table, and I realized I was smiling for no reason at all. Or rather, for one reason—because you exist, and because somehow you chose to exist beside me. It's the kind of happiness that doesn't announce itself; it just settles in like warmth from a slow fire.

I don't need a special day to tell you this, because every ordinary day with you already feels like one. You are the thought beneath all my other thoughts, the gentle gravity pulling me home. I love you in the morning light and in the silence after—always, and without condition.