The Rhythm and Shape of Our Love

The rhythm and shape of our love will forever be gilded in my mind. Hush… I do not regret my past. It was a beautiful journey, a season of laughter, of longing, of becoming. Though time has carried us along different roads, the beauty remains. It lives quietly within my subconscious, not as a wound, but as a golden thread woven into the fabric of who I am. I do not cling to yesterday. I simply honor it. For love, once freely given, never truly disappears. It becomes part of the rhythm of the heart, echoing softly, long after the music has ended.