I don’t fear the end—I welcome it, because you were there. 💀❤️🔥 When my breath slows, when the light dims, when the world slips away like sand through fingers—I won’t cry for life. I’ll smile… because I felt you. Your arms around me. Your heartbeat against my chest. Your lips brushing my forehead like a blessing, not a goodbye. You didn’t save me from dying—you made dying sacred. No grand finale, no fanfare… just the quiet truth that I lived, truly lived, only when I was yours. The world may call it tragic. I call it grace. Because to be held by you at the end… is to be known, loved, and utterly whole— in the very moment I let go. 😏
00:00He leaned over my desk to explain a problem, and I felt the warmth of his presence so close to mine.
00:07His hand brushed against my notebook, and though it was such a small gesture, it felt like my entire world had shifted, and I began to notice him too.
00:18The way his voice softened when he spoke to me, the way his eyes searched mine as though they already knew the answer.
00:24It was a bond we both felt unspoken, yet undeniable.
00:31A question asked just to keep me behind a little longer.
00:35He started to notice the little things about me.
00:39The way I twirled my pen when lost in thought.
00:42The way I smiled before answering.
00:45Neither of us said anything, but silence often speaks louder than words.
00:50Days turned into weeks, and our moments grew quietly significant.
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