While We Still Have Today
Love me while today still breathes, because if tomorrow never finds my name, I don’t want my heart to become a memory you wished you had held a little tighter. Love me while the sun still rises on my face, while my voice can still whisper your name, and while my hands can still reach for yours. The ocean has taught me that every wave kissing the shore is a goodbye disguised as a hello, never knowing if it will return the same way again, so why do we convince ourselves there will always be another chance to say the words we’ve buried beneath fear? Even the stars refuse to wait forever to shine; they burn with everything they are because they know darkness never promises another night. The mountains were never made beautiful because they never cracked—they became magnificent because they endured every storm that tried to break them. So you don’t have to be unbreakable with me, and you don’t have to carry every wound by yourself. Lay down the walls your insecurities built around your heart. They may have protected you from pain, but they’ve also kept love standing outside your door, knocking with tired hands, endless patience, and unwavering hope. Open your heart, not because I’m perfect, but because mine has never searched for another home. Through every doubt, every silence, every mile between us, it has always found its way back to you. Today is not promised, nor another sunrise, another embrace, or another chance to whisper, “I love you.” So if your soul feels even the faintest echo of what mine has carried, don’t wait for a perfect moment that may never come. Love me now, while we’re still blessed with breath, because if you open your heart just enough to let me in, you’ll discover I’ve already placed every broken, healed, hopeful piece of mine into your hands. I’m already yours—I only pray that one day you’ll be brave enough to be mine before time quietly steals the chance from us both.
Copyright © Eric Shuler | Year Posted 2026
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