When we first met, you sent a letter out your window from Beijing. Photos of a bamboo forest in an imperial palace. Unlike anything I have seen. You're my little wanderer. And I counted the hours till you wandered back to me.

Now I see the world by your side. And there is so much I have not seen, but I feel as though everything I have not seen makes me who I am just as much as the things I have. Your adventurous light leaks into my skin through our hand's embrace.

And as fast as we go, we take our time. Extra hours for a midnight swim and early mornings for a pink cotton candy sky. Coffee, cocktails, and salt water in our mouths. Some people make you rewrite the world around you. And when it's just you two alone in a room, you can pretend how that's how it is, that's how it always will be.