The love that changes you
doesn’t knock.
It lingers,
without asking to be let in.
It watches the parts of you
you’ve learned to hide.
It stays through the stillness
without naming it.
Like the sea finding every shore you've hidden,
it arrives without force
and names nothing a wound.
No declarations. No rescue.
Just the soft, terrifying miracle
of being seen
and not undone.
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