I was who I was before him,

But I won’t be the same person after him

He isn’t a rose, or a love letter, or a sunset

He’s the colors in between, the unappreciated moments

Between the golden ones

The way stardust sprinkles the universe

The way we laugh until we cry

The way we fumble with our hair endlessly

The things we failed to notice

But can’t forget

We are our own people

Our own freedom fighters

Our own disorganized mess

But we see the value in each other,

To no end