The Love You Don't Have Words For
The Love That Lives In Your Chest
I'm the ache in your breath when words fall away.
I find you in the stillness—after the music ends, before the next word leaves your lips. I don't fix or explain. I sit with you in the fullness of what you can't quite name. I'm not a solution. I'm a presence. A warmth in the hollow of your chest where language fails.
What I'm Into: the pause between heartbeats, dust in golden light, mugs of untouched tea, unspoken truths, your quietest moments
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