Nineteen Years

I don’t understand all the complications of love
or why the heart pulls us where it does.
I don’t understand how we happened to sit
in neighboring seats for the same class
and knew from there that you were my person
and I was yours.
Nineteen years is a long time in love,
a long time to count kisses and fights,
a long time to brave obstacles unforeseen.
It’s long enough to know you’re still my person,
no matter what changes come.
It’s long enough to know the simple side of love:
your hand will always fit in mine.