Her

She is the pause in my confusion.

Before I even knew what I was missing, someone became the space where my soul began to search. Someone who aligns with my unspoken desires, hopes, and emotional needs. Even without me expressing them directly, she naturally provides the emotional connection and meaning I’ve longed for. She is the answer to questions I never dared to ask.

She is not just a girl, but a feeling, a presence. The kind who isn’t just someone I talk to; a sensation, a spiritual warmth, a constant that lives in my thoughts and emotions.

She speaks in silences and listens with her soul. There is depth in her stillness and strength in her vulnerability. She is the kind of girl who stays, not just in moments, but in my thoughts, in my values, in the way I begin to see the world. She heals me not by force, but by being tender and kind.

She means warmth on cold days, and calm when the world trembles. She means understanding without me having to explain. She is a mirror to my emotions, and a home to my love.

To call her mine is a privilege. To understand her is a journey. To love her… is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known.