How will I be able to explain that being present here and now feels as right and inevitable as moons revolving around planets, planets revolving around stars, and star systems revolving around the center of galaxies?
Under your warm weight, I look up and do not see the ceiling, but stardust and the universe instead.
When I say “forever”, I really do mean forever. Long after I’m dead, and you, and the humanity itself is… The words, and art, and music we’ve made, the gift of this sentiment is unchangeable and eternal, and it will last for as long as things can last.
(and I’ll keep trying through means other than that of the spoken word.)
Originally written on June 2017