One day,
when our bones grow weary,
and our faces ripen with age,
I hope we look back
on a life filled with love.
Not just the easy kind—
but one we fought for
again and again.
I hope we remember
all of the tears and laughter
from the stories
the lines in our faces tell.
But mostly,
I hope time is kind to us,
because in the end,
if all we have left
is each other,
we will have the only thing
that ever mattered.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 5:59 AM UTC
One day,
when our bones grow weary,
and our faces ripen with age,
I hope we look back
on a life filled with love.
Not just the easy kind—
but one we fought for
again and again.
I hope we remember
all of the tears and laughter
from the stories
the lines in our faces tell.
But mostly,
I hope time is kind to us,
because in the end,
if all we have left
is each other,
we will have the only thing
that ever mattered.
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