He takes my hand and we walk. Out into the uncertain, out into the unknown. But walking, always walking, in the direction of our dreams.
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He takes my hand and we walk. Out into the uncertain, out into the unknown. But walking, always walking, in the direction of our dreams. I talk and he listens. Talk about nothing, talk about everything, talk until the whole world makes sense again.
And just like that, just by taking my hand he’s always been able to make the world make sense again.
I walk to the beat in my own head, and he breathes the melody. He takes my hand and presses it agains his chest and we dance. And he pulls me in close like he doesn’t ever want to let go and whispers, “I still love going on adventures with you.” And right then deep down I know, I was born to love like this.
In the silence that is comfortable, in the moments in between. In the tiny little everyday ordinary nothings that make up our whole lives together. I know there is no place I would rather be. See, I see love because I have known love. I have been loved. Quietly and fearlessly and without question. In the moments when it was most uncertain, in the times when it was most undeserved.
