There are things I cannot control and memories I can never erase, and in the times I don’t feel whole, I will always search for your face. You are every star burning in the sky, you are every golden leaf in the tallest tree, you are a pattern, a snowflake, and every firefly, and I will still love you even when we’re eighty-three. I will stand by you in every new day even when people seem so unkind because you are beautiful despite what they say and you are everything I’ve wanted to find.
