Where Forever

Take my hand,

not because it’s offered,

but because it’s already reaching for you

in every heartbeat I’ve tried to steady.

There’s a tremor in the air,

the kind that lives between hesitation and hope,

and somehow, it feels like the whole world

is holding its breath for us.

Your eyes find mine,

and everything loud becomes quiet,

every question folds into the silence

of something understood without saying.

The night hums with soft electricity,

your fingers brushing against mine,

and I swear,

the moment tilts.

Reality shifts its weight

until nothing exists

but this trembling closeness.

The space where time exhales.

I realize love isn’t the grand gesture,

not the promise shouted into forever,

but the quiet choosing,

again and again,

even when the world spins uncertainly beneath us.

So take my hand,

not to hold on,

but to walk beside me

through the wild unknown of everything ahead.

No map, no script,

just the rhythm of us

finding our way

one heartbeat at a time.