@evxecute May the seasons come and go as they please; I ask for little more than this: your laughter finding me across crowded rooms, your hand reaching for mine without thought, and a thousand ordinary tomorrows shared in quiet devotion.
@evxecute Another month slips quietly into memory, and still, I find my heart resting where yours begins.
What a gentle fortune it is — to walk beside you, to gather days like pressed flowers between pages, to watch time soften beneath the warmth of your presence.
The moon has kept its faithful course, the tides their endless return; and I, through another turning of time, have found myself where I have always wished to be — beside you, @evxecute.