Panda, you are my Yin, and I am your Yang. We move together in quiet harmony, two souls shaped by time and love. Under the July moon, silver and forgiving, we’ve carried this light for six long years. Your eyes still hold the flame, steady, growing, guiding me backto the beginning of us. Butterfly, remind us to slow down, to let the world soften around the edges.
The Fourth of July comes soon, its celebration loud, its meaning simple. Love is the only circle that matters, and even the painted turtle knowsthere are no true goodbyes.
We’ve learned to lean into the unknown, to steady ourselves when the road bends. Like the butterfly, we’ve changed, finding strength where we thought it had faded.
Now the days stretch out before us, and I want to hold them all, each moment, each touch of your hand, because this love is too rare to let slip away. Butterfly, teach us how to stay still, how to hold each other like the sky holds stars.
The fireworks will bloom and fade, but this is the flame that keeps burning. Life turns, says the turtle, and so do we, always back toward each other. In the quiet moments, I see it clearly—two hearts moving in rhythm, taking chances, bearing wounds,but never letting go of the beauty in the dance.
Let’s hold this love as the sea holds the shore, not to keep, but to embrace. Always touching, always reshaping, connected by something deeper than the tide. In your presence, I find home, not a place, but a feeling that lingers, a quiet knowing that we are whole.
-Bearz