for forever.
I only wished
that whenever life became noisy,
your silence
would find me.
And if love
has a true home,
perhaps it is not
in words or promises—
but in two hearts
that quietly remember
they were never
really apart.
The night
never tells the stars
where to shine.
The river
never teaches
the sea
how to welcome it.
Perhaps love, too,
is like that—
an ancient remembrance,
where nothing
needs to happen,
and yet
everything
finds its place.
Loving you
is no longer
a journey.
It is
the destination
where the heart
stops searching,
because
it has finally
come home.
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