What We Haven’t Lived Yet

There’s something that doesn’t exist yet........... but I can already feel it.
The birthdays that haven’t arrived, the places we haven’t visited, the photos we haven’t taken, the stories we haven’t told;  like to believe that time, even when it hurts, is also saving beautiful things for us.

Maybe today I’m not there to hold you, but I’m here imagining small futures with you: simple laughter, quiet days, moments that don’t need to be perfect to be real, if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that love doesn’t always shout  (sometimes it simply waits, patiently, like the sunset that always returns)

And just like this letter began, I want to end it the same way:
like February, like love, like your birthday…
with the certainty that, even across the distance, you are still my favorite place.