The love we heard
When first I met you,
something ancient woke within me—
a force I had no language for,
a tide that rose beyond reason,
beyond the borders of the heart,
beyond all that I had believed
a human soul could feel.
I loved you
with the terrible wonder of discovery,
as though the universe itself
had hidden one final secret
beneath the stars
and, at last,
had placed it in my hands.
And then I looked into your eyes—
And there you were.
Not untouched.
Not unaware.
But standing at the edge
of the very same impossible ocean,
trying to understand
the waves that had carried us there.
I saw you feeling it.
I saw you searching my face
for an explanation
neither of us possessed.
And perhaps that was the miracle:
That somehow,
without promise,
without warning,
without knowing how—
we had found the same impossible place.
It was as though the universe
had opened a hidden door
and allowed us, just for a moment,
to step beyond the ordinary world.
And there,
beneath the silence of eternity,
it revealed something too immense
for ordinary words:
us.
A love so vast
that if we gathered every word
ever spoken by humankind
and tried to build a language for it,
we would still fall silent
before its magnitude.
A secret written between the stars.
A truth the universe had known
long before we did.
And perhaps it smiled—
watching us stumble through the wonder of it,
knowing that we would never fully understand
what had been placed between us.
Yet still,
it gave us the desire
to spend our lives trying.
And maybe that
is the greatest beauty of love—
that it remains partly unknowable.
For if I could understand you completely,
if I could measure every depth of your soul,
if I could name every reason
my heart chose yours—
perhaps one day
the mystery would fade.
But you were never meant
to become something I could solve.
You were meant to remain
the horizon I could spend forever approaching.
The star I could follow
without ever reaching its end.
The song I could hear
a thousand times
and still discover another note.
And I wish—
with everything that lives inside me—
that we could have held on
to that impossible thing.
That love which felt
so far beyond this world
that perhaps this world
could only exist inside of it.
A love so powerful
that standing before it
made us feel weak—
not because we lacked strength,
but because we were witnessing
something stronger than either of us.
Something ancient.
Something fierce.
Something willing to fight
for the two souls
who had somehow found each other.
And if the years should carry you
far beyond my reach,
if the winds of this life
should scatter us across distant skies,
then let this be the prayer
I send after you:
May our love become the wind beneath your wings.
May it find you
when the night is darkest.
May it rise beneath you
when your strength is gone.
May it whisper my name
through every storm
and remind you
that somewhere in this vast universe
there is a heart
that still knows yours.
And if the heavens are kind,
if fate is not finished with us,
if the stars still remember
the secret they once revealed—
then let that wind
carry you home.
Back to me.
Because you are not simply
the love of my life.
You are the love
by which I measure life itself.
The miracle I never knew
I was waiting for.
The mystery I would spend eternity
trying to understand.
The impossible thing
that became real
when I looked into your eyes.
And wherever you are,
whatever distance lies between us,
whatever storms the universe
chooses to place upon our path—
know this:
I am, and will forever remain,
yours.