Oneday we’ll share a kitchen with green painted cabinets and dark stained wood floors.

And we’ll sleep in on Sundays.

Well, maybe you will.

I’ll walk downstairs in my warm, winter socks and make our favorite coffee.

I always will.

As the aromas fill the room, I’ll gaze out the window at the sun shining its first rays on the fresh, fallen snow.

I always will.

And you’ll quietly walk up behind me and put your arms around me from behind.

You always will.

I’ll feel your face and lips bury into my hair and come in near my ear and you’ll whisper–

“Good morning, beautiful love of mine.”

You always will.

And I’ll love you back until there are no more days left on this planet.

And then I’ll love you more– beyond all sense of time and place.

I always will.

Forever.