This love. 
This truth. 

These drives. 

Those conversations. 

That chilli cheese on toast. 

Those eyebrows of yours and those salty tears of mine. 
You and I. 

That love. 

Our son. 
You and I. 

The world in our palms and yet we need for none. 
A summer that is like a winter. 

A lifetime of learning together. 

Enough in the bank. 

Enough in the bed. 

Enough on the plate. 

And that thing over our heads. 
And all we want is each other. 

Whether or not we know how to be,

Each fight anew. 
All we want is each other. 

Even when we’re ready to walk away from it all. 
All we want is each other. 
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K