It was an ordinary morning—
the kind that comes
without fanfare,
without signs.
And yet,
the wind moved differently that day.
There was a hush in the trees,
a pulse beneath the stillness,
as if time itself
was holding its breath.
I walked,
as I always did,
lost in thought,
when a familiar presence
brushed my gaze.
You.
You were there.
Not like a memory—
but like a page
the universe had gently turned back
to where we left off.
You hadn’t changed.
Or perhaps you had,
but my soul recognized you
before my eyes could.
We stood,
neither reaching,
nor retreating.
Just letting the silence
catch up with the years.
And in that gaze—
the same one
that once awakened lifetimes—
something settled.
Not like lightning.
More like sunrise.
You smiled.
Not with lips,
but with every breath.
And I—
I smiled back
with everything I had carried
through the ache of absence.
No questions.
No apologies.
Just presence—
pure, wordless, undeniable.
We stepped closer,
and this time
there was no distance.
No hesitation,
no shadows
from old storms.
Your head rested on my shoulder—
and the years dissolved
like dew on morning grass.
It wasn’t a return.
It was a remembering.
A soft knowing
that love
never needed to be found—
only fulfilled.
No explanations were needed.
No recounting of wounds.
Because this—
this was not a reunion of bodies.
It was the reunion of a vow,
made beneath some other moon,
somewhere
where stars are born.
You had returned.
Not as a surprise,
but as a truth
long delayed,
never denied.
And I?
I had waited
not in hope—
but in faith.
Because I knew
the universe keeps
what it promises
to souls that carry its flame.
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