My love,

Years on years, layers on layers, the places change, people come and go, but the players remain.

Side quests, boss battles, backstory, scene cuts. Leveling up. It feels like we’ve been leveling up. Does that feel like that for you? That we’ve been leveling up?

I feel closer to you every day. The tension between us a gentle one, keeping us in orbit, not gristle rubbing the skin raw. Heavenly bodies with elliptical journeys that in their moments of great distance are inevitably drawn back together.

What are we orbiting? This, this thing we stumbled upon by chance, this life we’ve lived, the heat and warmth and flares that threaten us but never break the surface.

It’s hard to explain, this thing I want to say to you, that I’ve been wanting to say to you every year, every day: I cannot explain us. I still don’t understand what the trigger was on that night. What was the compulsion.

you’ve asked me, how do you know? I didn’t know then, I just knew that you were the one, I just knew I wanted to be near you, with you, live a life with you. I still don’t know, I haven’t figured it out.

and I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care. I just want to keep spinning.

Always,

me