For a long period of time, I imagined what I would do in other people's lives. How easier it would be to have their people, the seemingly perfect partners who took them on exotic trips and who gifted them with jewelry and companionship. I met you and that window that I was watching the world through shattered in on itself. You didn't give me fancy necklaces, or take me to Fiji, but you treated me with enchanting books with worn pages and showed me hidden trails to our own secret spots. With you, my life wasn't what I had imagined it to be, but what I had always wanted it to be.
