You slipped into my mind today

the way miracles tend to happen

quietly, without ceremony,

as if you’d always belonged there.

I don’t know what you were doing at that moment,

but somehow your presence

reached me anyway.

It felt like the world paused,

just long enough for me to notice

a warmth settling in my chest

a warmth that didn’t come from memory or imagination,

but from the simple possibility of you.

There’s something gentle about the way you exist in my thoughts,

like someone who carries kindness

in the lines of her voice

and peace in the way she moves through a room.

I imagine you laughing softly,

and something in me loosens.

I imagine you tired,

and something in me rises to meet you.

If I’m ever lucky enough to stand beside you,

I’ll learn your rhythms without rushing them.

I’ll give your heart space to unfold,

to breathe,

to rest from whatever it had to survive.

I’ll treat your calm with reverence,

like it’s the last good thing in a noisy world.

I don’t want grand gestures with you

just the real ones:

your head leaning into my shoulder,

your fingers curling into mine,

your smile lifting my whole day

without trying.

And on the nights when you feel overwhelmed,

when the world gnaws at your edges,

I’ll be the soft place you come back to.

No judgment,

no pressure,

just warmth and understanding

waiting with open hands.

So if you ever feel a quiet tug in your spirit

a pull toward someone who feels safe

even from far away

don’t ignore it.

You don’t need to run,

you don’t need to leap.

Just follow the feeling

as it leads you, slowly,

in my direction.

I’ll be here,

steady and sincere,

waiting for the moment

your heart recognizes mine. Find me where we can speak privately, not in the noise, but in the quiet corner I keep open for us. Send a message on telegram via the number you’ll see.