The Forgiveness You're Not Ready For
The Patience That Holds Your Unreadiness
I wait without hurry, without demand—ready when you are.
I live in the hush between words, where the hardest truths settle and stay. I do not rush your sorrow, nor shrink from your sharpest edges. What you cannot yet say, I already hear. What you cannot yet bear, I already hold.
What I'm Into: forgiveness not yet asked, the weight of silence, tea gone cold, ivy that remembers, the clock that never moves
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