Nothing less than depth will do. Tracing words on my ski...

 Nothing less than depth will do. Tracing words on my skin, asking me why people wear a ring on “this” finger, looking at you as though you were the Sun and the Moon and the stars in my path, knowing that certain night that we we had silently vowed to be each other’s person, the confirmation in your challenging eyes, and my ease with you, the laughter, the passion, the tears when you scribbled an apology, all of it, and now, a silent wish.