I hope to never tire of days like these. Days where the things I love are put on repeat. The waking and going of our ordinary lives, then returning to each other's arms at night. The back-and-forth of our thoughts, the dancing of our minds. And even when our voices collide, they echo through the waves of our existence. A sunrise will always be beautiful even as it remains the same. And while change is ever certain, I hope some things will always be this way.
