Mirando la luna

 I love who I am, who I've become, with you.

Sitting, reading, thinking while looking up at a waning moon. Still so bright despite its diminished state.

All of the twists and turns that we've taken together, some intentional and others imposed, have made me (us) who I (we) am (are) today.

Looking at the moon, I think of roads not taken. As I look inward, I know that I'm the type who could easily have become someone else with someone else. 

I'm so glad it was you.