One day—
this moment
will be a memory.
Not gone…
but part of a story
we lived together.
And I wonder—
what will we say
when we look back?
Will we smile
and remember
how it all started?
Will we laugh
at how careful we were
in the beginning?
Will we realize
that everything we felt—
was leading us
to something real?
I think we will.
Because this—
whatever this is—
doesn't feel temporary.
It feels like
the start
of something lasting.
Something
we'll carry forward
into days
we haven't lived yet.
And when we get there—
when time has passed
and life has changed—
I don't want us
to regret anything.
I want us
to remember this
as the moment
we didn't run.
We didn't ignore it.
We didn't treat it
like it was nothing.
We chose it.
We chose each other.
And that choice—
became a life.