Gratitude
Today I thank the simple things: the spoon that rests, the milk that bends into silk, the sun leaning gently through the window.
The collection
Musings
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Rain and Remembrance
Now, only the echo of you remains in the steam, rising like a ghost that refuses to forget the flavor of our mornings.
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What Mends
Your pretty smile is a hush beneath thunder, a gentle harbor in the stresses of man’s days. The world shouts, breaks, and tumbles – but you, you are the smile that mends it.
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Valentine’s Day
I choose the memory of your hands cupping my face like a prayer. I choose the stories you told, woven into the quiet spaces of my heart. I choose the castles, the palaces, the old stone bridges you never saw, but would have loved.
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Esh Winning
And your name – you call it funny, but to me, it rings like poetry, the kind that arrives unannounced, stays in your chest for days, and reminds you of soft dawns, of spring mornings too perfect to repeat.
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Sparks
Moving on is not forgetting – it’s letting the ashes settle, letting the wind carry what remains, while we walk forward, hands empty, but hearts open for the fires yet to come.
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Unbroken
Time and again, we push through the dark, through the endless turning of days, never surrendering, never undone.
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Craving
And so, I find myself craving you, not out of need, but out of a desire to share this life I’ve built, to blend our paths and create something even more beautiful. Because while I was happy in my world, with you, happiness has a new depth, a richness I can’t ignore.
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Moments
You carry a sweetness, not heavy, but bright, a smile that seems to dance with every word you speak, bursting with energy, zest for life spilling over like sunlight on a morning field.