19 Years

Calendars turn and daylight saves.
Youth grows up and old.
Each a new reminder that nothing lasts forever.

Yet somehow, an unchanging truth remains;
a two-way street with no end
—that between ones who find each other
at the moment life decides to listen.

And though it grows old too,
as they both have and will,
it never wavers and it never leaves.

For my 19 years,
for her 19, and beyond—
I knew immediately that I'll love her always.