my love,

I told you we were close, so close to the end. not the end of all things, not the end of a phase, but the end of waiting, the end of anticipation, the end of asking the question “what’s next?”

I see it, I see it so clearly that I want to live it now. I don’t want to try it on for size. I don’t want to imagine it anymore, I want to live it. That one weekend opened my eyes: I don’t have to wait, I can make room for it now. I have to make room for it now. Do you see me making room my love? Do you see me making this room for you, for us?

How patient you have been, how kind, how willing. Do you see what’s possible my love, do you see it before you and not some sort of fever dream? Some promise made of smoke and wisps? It’s literally in our hands, regardless of what happens next. We’re not at the cusp, we’re already in it.

Always,
me