Forever and Ever

"Isn't this place magical?"

 

"It's because you're here," he replied.

 

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖♡˖ ࣪ ⊹ ──

 

Ten years. Can you believe it? Ten summers, ten autumns, ten winters, and ten springs spent tangled in the warmth of your laugh and the electricity of your touch. It feels like yesterday we were teenagers. Sprawled under fairy lights that defied the calendar. Whispering promises under the watchful eye of a lopsided clock tower.

No headline screams the secrets that we've bred. But in my soul, a star burns ever bright. Your gaze softens tonight, darling, lingering on the scattering of cinnamon dust across my nose. It’s a dizzying feeling. Something I don’t quite understand but desperately want to hold onto. Much like the scene straight out of a storybook. And here I am, living it with the boy who made my heart skip a beat every time he looks my way. All the nervousness I usually carry around just dissolves.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve known you forever, or if this intense feeling is just the enchantment of right now.

When the world feels a little too loud or a little too chaotic, I close my eyes and I'm back in that room. Sitting on my bed, I hear the gentle strum of your guitar. And I feel the warmth of your gaze.

All those tiny moments flash through my mind—The clumsy collision of our first kiss beneath the bleachers, the unstated understanding that passed between us, and the way your jokes paint laughter across my face until my ribs ache with joy. These might not seem like much to the outside world, but to me, they were our constellations.

Now, every glance feels brand new and electrifying. I love how you can turn the most ordinary evening into an adventure. Two souls entwined in our own wonderland. Moonlight catching the depths of your charming eyes. The simple thought of you makes the fear a little less sharp. Crown my finger with a ring made of wildflowers. Forever might sound so dramatic. But I'd gladly be with you.

Standing under the moon, it feels like we're carving out our own eternity. One twinkling light at a time. As the streetlights cast the prettiest glow, you recite the lines of a poem I bled onto the page about finding someone to walk through time with. It's a relic from our first summer. This thing once lived only in my imagination. But now, I found it in the quiet intimacy of our morning coffee, the way your hand finds mine under the table during family dinners, and those goofy nicknames that still make us blush. Darling, it's woven into the very fabric of our days. Look closely, my love, and you'll see 'forever' etched in the delicate wrinkles around your eyes. These are our own little map of all the times we've laughed. You said, "We could chart new territories. This space, where gravity bends to our will." This love is not marked by grandiosity, but found in simple moments and vows made in secrecy. We don’t need anyone else to understand it. We have each other. And in this golden hour, it is all that matters.

You're not just my lover anymore. You're the dearest companion of my soul, the silent guardian of my most truths, and the radiant mirror reflecting all my joys. You're the sweet melody in the silence and the comfort in the storm.

And even after ten summers, ten stolen glances, ten whispered promises, and ten years of forever, I still can't wait to see what the next ten, the next twenty, and the next lifetime hold for us. Because with you, forever isn't just a word. It's a promise intimately breathed in every beat of my heart.

 "Forever and ever, my lover."