How often are our heartbeats in sync?
How often do we breathe the same air?
How many ideas do we both happen to think?
How many years, how much life do we share?

That’s why I’m shocked when I remember
We weren’t always together.
Before we were us, we were him and her,
Each floating down our own river.

We didn’t just flow into one,
We each had to change course.
Even today, I’m still stunned
That you changed yours.

I remember the person who lived on her own,
Who was choosing her individual destiny.
Your life was yours and yours alone
And you chose to spend it with me.

It didn’t just happen,
It wasn’t alchemy,
Every day you choose again
And every day you still choose me.