If love could anchor us, we’d never fall. But time doesn’t suspend itself for love. I have fought and failed and found myself in him, and each day I love him sharper, deeper, truer than the one before. I will love him when he is beyond reach, and I will love him when he is beside me, always, always. This moment—his breath against my skin, his arm across my waist, the moonlight catching the curve of his shoulder—is what I choose to carry forward. This is what I refuse to lose.
