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.