Love grandly, without apology.

Etch our initials into the trees. Let them know we were here.

Build a home within one another. (Gone are the days of remaining refugees.)

Rejoice in discovering a pulse beneath the animosity.

Gaze at the full moon while whispering long-hidden confessions to one another. (Remember the pain of confiding in the night sky while apart? It never talked back.)

Put the longing away for good. All the scraps we used to scream for are now a feast. Our hearts are quick to devour, quicker to relish.

Dive deep down to recover what we left on the ocean floor. Nothing must go overlooked if this is to be salvaged.

Dance upon the magic of shared dreams, the inextinguishable promise of them.

When the tide recedes, sit on the shore and count the grains of sand. Recall one shared memory for every grain we grind between our fingers.