The collection
Our talks linger in my mind, woven with laughter and whispers, the light things, the heavy things, all falling into place like they had always belonged there. You have this way of understanding without needing to speak, a way of holding me without a single touch.
Sleep, my love, for in our dreams, the miles vanish, and we find each other where time has no power, where love, even in its longing, is boundless.
The pulse of my heart knows no direction but you, it beats to the rhythm of your name, each breath a promise that there is no space, no time, that can stretch wide enough to keep me from you.