ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ. If you think about what it feels like to wrap my heart around you. To fully know you. All the yawns and bends and crooks. If we took a step back together to fully fall deeply into each other. What would we find. Would we find that we have been aching for this? Would we find that the hole that we tried to fill with meaningless was actually meant for each other? When moments so full of grief. So full of pangs and groans come knocking. When those moments won’t stop knocking. How do I turn them off. Send them away. Say I haven’t found you yet. Say I haven’t met you yet. They often lie back. They say we’ve met. They say have you seen the sunset? Have you seen the moon? They said volcanoes are hot. They said that you and me have always been. That the chord for our love was tethered. Was anchored. Was unbreakable. So I say ok. I say maybe. I say are you sure? That I’ve always known this? That I’ve always had acres of it? Then why did I lack? Who did I lack? They say it’s because they told you it all looked like this. It all looked rosy and like beaches and waves. But it doesn’t. It looks like you. Like all the things that they don’t mention. You’ve always had it. You’ve just never seen it.