Somewhere I have never travelled 

At some point we will realise that, in fact, love is enough. 

That to have been so loved is enough, that it is something that cannot be taken away, no matter how it continues. And it is so precious, so special, and I am so lucky. 

If I could do something differently, I’d have said yes every time, been all there all the way through, shouted it from the mountain top, never thought that we had forever to make up for lost time. And used all three hands to hold yours, all the time.

(Our writing reveals who we are inside, and your writing always makes me love you more.)