I don't know
if forever
is something we can hold.
Time changes things.
Life moves forward.
Nothing stays
exactly the same.
But if there's even
a chance—
even a small possibility
that something can last—
I want it
to be with you.
Not because it's easy.
Not because it's perfect.
But because it feels
right.
Because when I imagine
a future—
your presence
fits into it
without effort.
Like it belongs there.
Like it was always
meant to be there.
And maybe that's
what forever really is—
not something guaranteed…
but something
we choose
again and again.
And if that's the case—
then I'll choose you.
Every time.