🤍Perhaps serendipity is life’s quietest wonder: finding, without searching, the one unexpected soul who makes a lifetime of questions suddenly make sense.🤍 I thought love was measured by all that you gave, how much you surrendered, forgave, tried to save. I watched myself vanish and called it enough, never knowing that losing yourself isn’t love. Then you came gently, with nothing to prove, no games to decipher, no careful moves. You made being cherished feel simple and true, and suddenly love made sense because of you. You see me clearly, and I see you too, not some perfect version, just beautifully you. Somewhere between your laugh and your eyes, my sensible heart stopped asking me why. Now I pray for you when the world gets loud, hope you can feel me when I’m not around. I want all the small things, the nights and the days, to give you my heart in a thousand small ways. We’re human, I know, we may stumble sometimes, but never with cruelty hidden inside. I trust what you give me, and what I give you, too precious for either to knowingly bruise. Maybe serendipity is heaven’s disguise, a gift never asked for, arriving just right. And now that I know you, one thing remains true: I don't want to let go of what I found in you. Perhaps that’s the wonder I never once knew: love wasn’t what hurt me. Love feels like you.
