25!!!

When I’m older and greyer

and trying to remember these years we spent together,

what I’ll most likely recall is…

The walking.

All that walking…a lot of walking!!

Past stone castles on cobbled streets.

Busy markets, mountains, and sunshine peaks.

Through the nip in the air, on winding pine tree lanes.

Through more heartbreaks than we would like to claim.

Often lost, often going the wrong way,

But hand in hand always.

Sometimes you tugging me on your trail,

Sometimes me slowing you down on mine.

A lot of teasing, constant bickering, 

so much laughing.

Echoing footsteps, whispering secrets. 

Pondering over life most of the time,

at others, comfortably silent,

yet perfectly understood somehow.

Worrying about somethings and nothings,

though rarely the same things.

Pulling our own weight, carving our own path,

Becoming our own people,

Yet keeping each other anchored,

Because, we always held hands,

lent a shoulder, became the other’s spine.

And in this walking together,

decades have been spent, in the blink of an eye.

And I would do it again all over,

walk every step one more time,

even the lost ones, the heartbroken ones…

If it means having you hold my hand.