Come to me with your stories of love and I'll tell you how it came to me at a young age in a way that was almost holy. It greeted me with open arms, welcoming every bruise, every question, every insecurity as if it has never met another home. I'll tell you about meeting him and what it's like to love someone in the most unexpected ways. I'll talk to you about sleep and how wondrous it is to start and end my days by his side, that midnight is a beautiful thing. I'll tell you how every season is spring because I have never stopped blossoming by his side. Ask me about redemption and I'll tell you what its like to be loved and forgiven and loved again. Ask me about sadness and I will tell you about mourning in every color, shedding every shade, every leaf, like a second skin at the thought of his ending. Ask me about pain and I will tell you that I'd take everything that haunts him and curl it into my rib cage if it meant peace inside his. Bring up sacrifice and I'll tell you that my life was built atop loss and love and that I'm grateful for it because it created enough room in my heart to hold his forever. Ask me if our planet is doomed and I'll smile and say "yes, probably", but I'll also say that he can rebuild broken things with his hands and his love and that every time he laughs I know that I will live longer and that every time he dances, someone flies instead of falling. Ask me about regret and I'll tell you that I have none. I will tell you that as long as he breathes, hope exists. Come to me with your stories of love and I will tell you his name.