Those Words

There he goes again.

Slipping those words effortlessly in his sentences.

As if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

As if there’s absolutely nothing amiss all the years when those words were absent.

As if the time before those words were spoken doesn’t exist.

They are just… words.

Letters strung together to form sounds.

Yet… it feels… wonderful.

I’ve heard many people said those words before.

Countless times.

Yet… this is different.

We. Us. Our.

We are going to explore the world.

That is going to be us.

Let’s make our dreams come true.

Three words.

We. Us. Our.

They turn the caterpillars into butterflies.