"You're getting younger",
my life said as it gazed into my eyes.
"Can I whisper something?",
I smiled, as I marveled back.
My life cupped my face and pulled it closer,
"tell me, gorgeous".
"I am loving myself,"
I sighed.
People call others "hayeti" in my culture when they mean a lot to them, it can be between family members, friends, lovers, and sometimes it is even given randomly as a filler in speech to showcase care.