My love

The world is a very loud place,

And I used to feel so alone,

But then I looked into your face,

And finally felt like I was home.

I love the way you truly listen,

To every word I have to say.

It makes my whole world start to glisten,

And chases all the grey away.

When life gets hard and I feel small,

I know exactly where to go.

You’re there to catch me if I fall,

With a love that continues to grow.

My favorite spot in the whole wide world,

Is resting my head on your chest.

With my fingers and toes all curled,

That is where I feel the best.

My favorite part about you, babe,

Is when you cuddle me so tight.

It means so much to feel your arms,

And know that everything's alright.

When I look into your eyes,

I see my future deep and true.

I’m looking at the love of my life,

And I’m so glad that it is you.

I listen to your heart go "thump-thump,"

A steady sound that calms my mind.

It smooths out every rocky lump,

In a world that isn't always kind.

Even when we have to be apart,

And miles try to keep us away,

I keep your voice inside my heart,

To help me get through every day.

I think about the years ahead,

And all the things we’re going to do.

The morning talks, the words unsaid,

Just living life alongside you.

I don’t need anything fancy or new,

No matter how far we might roam.

As long as I’m right there with you,

I’ll always be safe and at home.

The world was turning in its usual, frantic circle,

Unaware that the axis was about to shift.

The morning of April 4th 2025, started simple—

A soft-edged Sunday, a quiet spring gift.

I woke up thinking it was just another morning,

Drinking coffee, watching the shadows crawl,

Never sensing the cosmic ripple in the water,

Or the way the gravity was beginning to pull.

I remember the light—that specific, pale gold

That only belongs to a world in the middle of a bloom.

I went about my hours like a slow-moving ghost,

Passing through the halls of an ordinary room.

But the universe was busy weaving a thread,

Pulling your path toward the center of mine,

Setting the stage for a collision of spirits,

Waiting for the stars to finally align.

Then came the moment, the shift in the air,

The original phone call that found me there.

I picked up the line with my heart in my throat,

A heavy, dark sadness beginning to float.

I tried to be steady, I tried to be strong,

But I couldn’t pretend that nothing was wrong.

I remember your voice, so steady and near,

Cutting right through the static and fear.

You didn't look away from the catch in my breath,

You didn't care about "small talk" or the depth.

"Why are you crying?" you asked through the line,

And I felt a hand reaching out into mine.

"Why are you so sad?"—the words were so sweet,

They brought the whole world to a halt at my feet.

You stayed on the phone while the tears started to fall,

Scaling the height of my highest wall.

You didn't just meet me when I was a star,

You met me exactly as I was—and as you are.

And when the talking was done and the air was still,

I felt a rush o