To The Quiet and The Loud

May your love be a language
You never stop learning.
Not fluent—
but curious.
Willing to ask,
willing to answer,
willing to hear the same sentence
a thousand different ways,
and a million separate times.

May your days stretch long and calm—
where silence is shared
but meaning is not missing.
And may your nights hold noise—
laughter and warmth,
with each of your words
fully heard.

I hope you never forget
that “I’m fine” is not a finish line.
That “nothing’s wrong”
can mean
everything.
That guessing gets you nowhere
but asking
gets you home.

I hope you stay
each other’s home.
Even when the paint chips.
Even when one of you
feels slow
and the other
feels late.
Even when love
has lost its voice
but
not its actions.

You are not the same
and that is the point.
You are not matching pieces—
you’re a pattern
only visible
when side by side.

So may you always protect
the peace of your partner,
learn which battles
don’t need winning,
and which quiets
don’t mean “go away.”

To the quiet and the loud,
the patient and the bold,
may you always
balance each other out.