Reply to your "Your Universe", as my poem's title is "Our Universe"
We found each other in the quiet spaces,
Where no one could reach us, where we just fit.
I thought I could do this alone,
But the moment you held me, I realized I was wrong.
I needed you.
Like I needed air.
You talked about the past, about things that couldn’t be fixed,
But I knew, even then, we’d figure it out—together.
Fate tried to knock us down, but we didn’t break—
We fought, we stumbled, but we always found our way back.
Love isn’t about being perfect; it’s about rebuilding,
Even when we mess up, even when we hurt each other.
We never let go.
In the spaces between us, in the messy parts—
That’s where I found you, and you found me.
We weren’t perfect.
But together, we made something real.
You were the scribbles in my margins,
And I was the ink filling your pages.
Our story? It doesn’t need to end.
I see you in the little things we shared—
The stupid fights, the laughter that followed,
How we always came back to each other.
Even when everything felt wrong,
We never stopped being us.
Let go of the doubts, the "what-ifs."
We’ve built something that no one can take from us.
It wasn’t just hope—it was trust that held us up,
Through the mess, through the mistakes.
We made something real, something we can feel.
I’m not going anywhere.
No matter what happens, I’m here.
When the world feels lost, when everything feels off,
Our love is the map. We’ll find our way.
And if your words fade, if you feel empty,
I’ll remind you—I’m here.
I’ll bring you back, just like before.
Our story doesn’t need an ending.
We’re already living it.
In every tear, every touch, every breath.
We’ve never been broken. We’ve always been whole.
Forever. You and I. One heart, one soul.
