It’s that glow that cannot be hidden,

It’s a dead give away.

It’s a smile that cannot stop,

And the feeling of walking on air.

But it isn’t all lofty and dreamy,

It’s also honest and naked.

It’s accepting the bad and the ugly,

Seeing it, accepting it, loving it even.

It’s getting in each other’s faces

Then bursting into laughter together.

It’s understanding our pasts and

Learning how to care for each other;

Giving space when it’s needed,

But also pulling closer and not letting go.

But even with all this, it is still

That unexplainable draw to each other

Through time, through decisions,

Divergent paths which come back together.

It’s real.