I thought there would never come a day more beautiful than the day we first met. because it was the only memory of you I carried in my mind. even when I kept running from you, that image stayed.

I thought there would never come a day more beautiful than the moments we reconnected again and again, after long periods of silence. as if every return stitched something stronger between us.

I thought there would never come a day more full of affection than the day we first knew we were more than before, and finally said it out loud. when the unspoken turned into voice.

but every time I get to spend with you, it becomes more.

more full of love. more full of happiness. more beautiful than the last.