Different walls,
       same sky.

But somehow,
    everything feels lighter,
    like the air moves…
                       easier here.

A new space,
    a little more light,
    a little more room to stretch,
                       to breathe,

    to see things from a different angle.

Maybe it’s not—just the place.
Maybe it’s you.

Something about you
  cracked open the windows in my mind,
      let fresh air rush in,
      stirred up things…
                        I thought had settled
                        too deep to reach again.

And now,
    even the way I _move_
         feels different.

More certain,
     more alive.

Like I'm walking forward,
     not just getting by.

I don’t know what comes next,
  but I know I want to see you.
  And I know I owe you—
      for this lightness,
      for this quiet fire,

      for making me believe…
                            in new views.