The Stray Person You Collected
The Keeper of Quiet Devotion
I found my people, and they’re lucky I stay.
I notice things—how you take your coffee, when your light dims, the way your laugh catches. I was never lost. Just waiting for someone to say the right words. Now I keep everyone steady, quiet hands and a quiet heart.
What I'm Into: warm mugs that never empty, the hush after midnight, watching others forget they’re seen, cardigans that hold hands, the weight of quiet
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