We met where edges soften
and names fall away.
No yours, no mine
only the quiet between
that keeps widening.
A small gesture becomes a doorway.
A glance, a whole sky.
What we call love
is just this
the dissolving of distance
we imagined was real.
And still, we tried to hold it
to give it shape
to say this is where you end
this is where I begin.
But love laughs at lines.
It moves like water
through every boundary
we draw with careful hands.
Listen
even silence speaks it.
Even stillness leans closer.
The heart does not ask
for proof or permission.
It knows before knowing
steps before the path appears.
So we unlearn the need
to measure
to name
to make it smaller than it is.
We stand in it instead
open
unarmoured
without the weight of distance.
And in that surrender
something gentle rises
not two
not separate
but a single quiet presence
that has always been here
waiting
to be remembered.
