They won’t fit like this anymore.

I don’t need time to slow down. I just need to notice it while it’s here.
No matching collars.
No soft baby cheeks.
No arms quite so round, or smiles quite so effortless.
Time will stretch them.
Shoes will get bigger. Voices deeper. Opinions louder.
The physical sameness will fade the way it’s supposed to.
But the way he leans in?
The way they choose each other without thinking—
that part stays.
Ten years from now it looks like inside jokes no one else understands.
Borrowed hoodies that never make it back.
Quiet loyalty when the world feels sharp.
Loud laughter that fills rooms and spills down hallways.
Different seasons.
Same bond.
Same love. ❤️
And if I’m lucky—if I pay attention—
I’ll remember that this version mattered just as much as the ones still coming.

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