Some nights your name arrives like a whisper the universe kept safe for me— a sound so gentle it feels like breath. I don’t chase it. I just let it rest on the quiet parts of me, the ones that only open when the world grows soft and the heart grows honest. There’s a sweetness in the way I think of you— not loud, not wild, just a slow warmth that finds its way into every small corner I thought no one would notice. And in that silence, I realize this: love doesn’t always come like a storm. Sometimes it arrives the way you do— calm, tender, and impossibly gentle, as if my heart was always meant to soften for you.