Two Souls

I start with this steady knowing,

the kind that settles in my chest

like a quiet sunrise deciding we belong here.

Your presence folds into mine,

not hurried, not fragile,

just… certain.

We aren’t chasing perfection,

we’re laughing at burnt toast,

fixing crooked frames,

holding each other when days feel too heavy

and pretending we’re strong

until; someone’s laugh cracks wide open

and the world feels manageable again.

There’s a softness in the ordinary,

in the coffee you hand me

even when you’re half-asleep,

in the way your fingers find mine

without thinking,

as though breathing and reaching for me

were designed as one act.

Then something shifts, suddenly

not dramatic, not loud,

like a door quietly unlocking

to a room we didn’t realize was ours.

I look at you and it hits me,

we didn’t stumble here.

We chose this,

again and again,

even on days we didn’t feel brave.

And that choice—

that everyday choosing,

is what turns a moment

into a lifetime.

It’s not fate carrying us;

it’s our hearts learning the same rhythm,

our hands building a place

where love doesn’t just stay,

it grows,

stretches,

glows warm

and unforgettable.

You and I,

writing something real,

piece by imperfect piece,

and calling it home.