04/10/2026
You
You’ll pour everything you have into him.
You’ll second-guess every choice you make.
You’ll lose sleep to the quiet hum of worry.
You’ll steady him—again and again—
through the weight of his doubt,
offering him glimpses
of the brilliance you already see.
You’ll open your arms
without measure—
to embrace joy with him,
to catch him mid-leap,
to cheer him on.
You’ll laugh—
oh, how you’ll laugh.
The kind that spills over its edges,
that lingers too long,
that lives in late-night messages
and a rhythm only the two of you keep.
You’ll lose him
far too soon.
Nothing will make sense.
Questions will remain—
unanswered, unmoved.
The hole he leaves within you
will not close,
will not soften,
will not fade.
You’ll cry—
in silence, in waves—
until your voice gives way
and your throat runs dry.
You’ll watch the world move forward,
watch others grow older,
and feel the quiet tide return:
he should have…
You.
Knowing this—
would you choose it again?
Would you carry this love
for those twenty-five years?
You already know.
Yes.
