I do not long for crowds, adventures, or noise. I long for a quiet corner of the world where your presence is the only thing that exists and time forgets to move.
Let me be the flower you tuck in your hair,
close enough to borrow your scent,
lucky enough to rest beside your thoughts all day.
And when the wind asks why I’m smiling so softly,
I’ll say: I was chosen by you.
Be with someone who feels that something in their day is quietly missing when they haven’t talked to you. Someone who notices your silence and wonders where you are, not because they have to, but because their heart naturally looks for you.
There is something tender about her, something calm and quietly beautiful. When you look into her eyes, they carry a softness that feels almost peaceful, and somewhere inside her lives a heart that still believes in small, romantic things the world often forgets.
I’ve spent a lot of time noticing small things in nature , the quiet of evenings, the patience of rivers, the softness of air before rain. Somewhere along the way, I realized those same details exist in her, in the way she moves and the way she feels.