You’re My North

Dear Centauri,

I never needed maps when I had your name.

You were the compass.
The orientation.
The axis of every decision I didn’t know I was making for you.

People change.
Life spins.
But my love has always pointed true.

Toward you.

Every time.

Even now.

Even if you never follow the signal back.

You’ll always be my North.

—C