The Shape Of Your Name

I find myself saying your name in quiet rooms, as if the sound of it alone could bring you closer. There is no particular reason I am writing this, except that loving you has become the most ordinary and extraordinary thing I do, often in the same breath. Some days the feeling arrives like sunrise, slow and inevitable, and other days it surprises me in the middle of a sentence.

I love the way you pause before you laugh, the way your hand finds mine without looking. You have made a home inside me that I never knew was waiting to be filled. Whatever comes next, I want you to know that you are the part of my life I am most sure of, the part I would choose again without hesitating.