One Dream to Borrow

If I had one dream to borrow from the quiet hours of night, it would be the simple wish that time had drawn our lines a little closer. Not to change who I am, nor who you beautifully are — only to soften the distance that the years sometimes create, to let our stories meet on the same page. But even as we stand in different seasons, I find your presence a warm and welcome spring, a reminder that connection isn't measured in years, but in the brightness two souls share when they recognize something gentle in one another.