There’s something endearing about her soul glow.

The journey to get to our destination was silent. Not necessarily awkward, but it seemed like forever since we had last seen each other. We both tease at conversation but finding the words to fill the smaller spaces elude us. So much had changed in the both of us. But our love remains unmatched. Healthier and happier. But our spirits a bit worn down from a challenging year. Barely, thawed out from a raw winter. Her skin glows.

The journey to get to our destination was loud. Full of ups and downs. Learning the hard way to be the best possible partners to each other. Five years strong. And strong is the foundation we stand on because the battles we overcame to build it were immense at times. Our love is no Casuarina though. Our roots run deep. Undamaged by the hurricane of life lessons. Withstanding the test of time. Until we seed the fruits of our labours come to be. We worked and tilled our grounds. We trimmed our hedges. We continually water ourselves. And nurture each other’s leaves. Our gardens bare the sweetest fruit. As ripe as her breathe tends to be. Her aura shines bright.

The journey to our destination was conversational. Dec 10^th 2022 will be five years. And five years feels like it’s much shorter than I’d want us to be together. I want us to be at a lifetime. But why miss the conversations that will fill our hearts when we’re old and crusty. Why miss karaoke nights singing Stay ready. Or movie marathons. Or having to rewind the show because our conversation distracted us form 30 minutes. Why miss the love of food. Why Miss Starting our day right to “The Partys Just Begun”.  Why miss the conversations with aunties on Front Street. Why miss THE LOVE OF FOOD. Flannies, Rosas, Rotisserie, Speciality and dookistar. And the occasional chunk that shoots across the room as bullet spray because we are so eager to continue our life’s conversation that we can’t take the time to sit and chew our food. Why miss the pain in our necks as we watch Nope. The petty disagreements.  Her everything is beautiful.

The journey was 6 hour skype calls, but it was also me calling you from a rootop in Nepal, and us discussing how we disliked the food on a rooftop in New York. It was us walking at dark through the Southampton trails and us walking up sexy bum hills. It was us. It is love. It is an ever-developing story. With a beginning of me wasting money on Pasta Basta. With a middle we will always be writing because I never want the conversation to end. I will never be afraid to express my love for you. You’re the one for me. Her smile is spellcasting.

The journey to our destination was a stand up comedy show. And not the underground one in Toronto where the host forces us to participate. But the one where you laugh until your belly hurts. Where you blurt out a throaty HAH because you’re caught off guard. Where the jokes hit randomly but also are perfectly timed. Where you’re in tune and can’t find the light in each other’s story. Where her humour warms my soul.

There’s something endearing about never reaching the destination with her. Because why should this end?