The Thread That Ties Us

There are threads in this world,
fragile and fleeting,
woven through chance encounters,
casual glances,
conversations that drift and dissolve.

But ours—
ours is different.

Ours is the kind of thread
that doesn’t fray in the wind,
doesn’t snap under the weight
of time or distance.
It’s a tether,
strong and steady,
binding two souls
who found in each other
something rare,
something unshakeable.

I don’t just love you—
I know you.

I know the way your laughter
settles in the hollow of my chest,
how your eyes carry storms and sunlight
all at once.
I know the language of your hands,
the way they speak in gentle touches,
silent promises pressed against my skin
like a vow that doesn’t need words.

With you,
there is no pretense.
No masks, no walls.
Just raw, honest presence—
two hearts laid bare,
beating in sync
like they’ve always known
how to find each other.

We’ve been through it all—
the quiet mornings filled with soft light and coffee,
the nights when the world felt too heavy,
but your arms made it weightless.
The laughter that echoed in rooms
we made into homes,
and the moments of silence
that spoke louder than any words ever could.

You are the calm in my chaos,
the anchor when the world tilts,
the constant in a life
that never stops shifting.

And it’s more than love—
it’s a bond that doesn’t just hold us together
but weaves us into something greater,
something timeless.

With you,
I am seen.
With you,
I am safe.
With you,
I am whole.

And no matter where this life takes us—
through seasons of joy,
through storms we never see coming—
I know one thing with unshakable certainty:

We are tied together,
not by fate,
not by chance,
but by the beautiful,
unbreakable choice
to hold each other close,
again and again,
for all the days to come.