the trio

My Home is not one with four walls, a roof, and a front door, 

It is but two people who have transformed my definition of love in the purest way. 

We were nine when sharing food became a love language, and years later–

Look at us! Still baring our souls over Sushi and drinks. 

Spirited pool parties evolved into moonlit conversations, treading in the water,

And our love for music transformed into live performances in the car–

Roof down, volume high, and hearts full. 

Our kids will hear the stories of us, 

Of our lives in the sun when we were just around their age, 

To living distances away, across the world–

They will wonder how it ever worked, 

And to that we’ll say, “we’re lucky”. 

And really, We are.

So truly lucky–

To have found people who can turn defeat into laughter in seconds, 

Who treat each other with the most tender kindness,

And who will stay–unconditionally. 

To be loved is to be known,

And I am so blessed to have been able to be known by you, 

and to know you.