My two cents on our matter is I never want us to change. Here's a penny for your thoughts. Perhaps the other is lucky, and you feel the same.
It's 11:11. Darling, in each day, this is twice true. It is not the first time nor the time, I find myself wishing for you.
My magic number calls for you.
Another year. Another's here. More promise of much change. Still my only prayer remians, love. That we would stay the same.
So now I am thankful that I can miss you. It reminds me that, for a time, I held you. For a time, we were real.
We must live many times and only truly love once. That's why my heart keeps finding you.
We are but dust and star stuff. Find what keeps you grounded. Remember to reach for the heavens above.
It only takes a love that's blind to make a heart feel seen.
A beautiful irony