A midnight anniversary keepsake for the years that became constellations: bright, connected, and impossible to unsee.
North star
The kind of love that keeps making the dark feel navigable.
There are years that feel bright because everything is easy, and there are years that become bright because we learned how to hold each other through them. I am grateful for both. You have been my steady point, my familiar light, the person I look for in every room and every version of the future. Another year with you feels less like counting time and more like noticing the constellation we have been drawing all along.
If our love is a map, then every year has added another star. I still know where I am when I am with you.