You Became My World

When everything got smaller, my world didn’t.

It focused.

Before, I shared you with many rooms, many people, many moments happening all at once. Now, it was simpler. Clearer.

It was you.

Your voice in the morning. Your footsteps moving around the apartment.
Your sighs at the end of long days.

I watched you more closely than ever. I learned the difference between your busy silence and your tired quiet. I knew when you needed company and when you just needed me nearby, not asking for anything.

Sometimes you would sit on the couch, lost in thought and I would climb up beside you, lean into you just enough to remind you I was there.

You never pushed me away.

In this new life, you became my constant — and I became yours.

Not because we had no one else.

But because we chose each other, every single day.