When I thought about telling our future children
about how I met their father,
I imagined telling them our grand love story.
And how despite all of the
we still made it to each other.
No amount of pages could come between us;
no spine could carry the weight of our love.
I always thought we were on the same page —
it turns out we were reading different stories.
I was a means to an end,
you were my finale.
I was but a chapter,
you were my whole book.