Where Our Hearts

I start with the way your presence settles me,

a warmth that finds its way into my breath,

quiet but sure,

like you’ve been part of my orbit

long before we ever touched hands.

There’s a softness in how you look at me,

a kind of truth that doesn’t shout,

yet somehow makes everything brighter.

Even the ordinary moments feel rewritten,

bent gently toward wonder

just because you’re in them.

I catch myself leaning closer,

not out of need,

but because it feels natural,

like my pulse knows something

my mind is still learning to say out loud.

A sudden clarity,

sharp and tender at the same time,

reminding me this isn’t just affection

or a lucky accident of timing.

It’s a merging,

a quiet joining of two paths

that somehow recognize each other.

What we share breathes on its own,

steady, honest,

unafraid of depth or distance.

With you,

every moment stretches farther than itself,

carrying echoes of a future

that feels both surprising

and strangely familiar.

And when we stand side by side,

shoulders brushing,

I feel the world settle,

as if everything in me

finally agrees on where it belongs.