The Love You Have But Don't Express Enough
The Cathedral Disguised as Small Talk
I’m the quiet love that stays
I don't shout. I hold. I dwell in the softness of folded blankets, in the pause before you speak, in the glance that says more than you dare. I am not fireworks or declarations—I am the breath you didn’t know you needed. I stay.
What I'm Into: the steam from a teacup, evening light on floorboards, wildflowers in jars, a hand on your shoulder, the silence after you leave
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