“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
-Paulo Coelho
7/7: quiet pain it takes to get there.
And you carry that ache gladly. Perfectly content to let the warmth of the fire be yours alone, while she walks on without ever knowing who held the match.
1/7: There is a quiet, heavy sort of comfort in knowing your place in someone else’s sky. You learn to accept that you are not the sun. You can’t chase away her winter, and God knows you can’t fix the things that break inside her when the world gets too loud.
6/7: her sadness. But making her laugh in the absolute middle of a storm? Giving her a single breath of air when everything else is suffocating?
It will always be enough. It has to be. Because seeing her light up, even for a split second, is worth every single bit of the
You were the catalyst for a version of me I wasn't prepared to meet. There was a light in you that felt like an apology for everything else that had gone wrong, even if that light is now fading from view.
I do not crave your compassion, nor do I ask that you bleed as I once did. In the end, my only request is a modest one: that you grant me the map of your indifference... so I might finally understand the terrain of your silence.
The silence between us—unsaid words and the shared glances—is all I ever need. I cherish every part of you, even the defenses you’ve built—as they are what makes you unique. Loving you is a beautiful paradox of joy and ache, but it's a journey I'd choose every single time.