Forwarded from Rad
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I didn't know silence could have a name until I heard yours. Not the loud kind, the kind that stays after the rain stops. You are the habit I never planned to keep—the way morning coffee tastes better when made slowly, the way my hand reaches for the other side of the bed even when you're not there. Some loves are fireworks. Ours is the hush after the last guest leaves. The lamp left on. The glass of water by the door.
I didn't need you to be my everything. I just need you to be my still.
What happens inside me when you say my name: / a room stops shrinking / a window remembers it's glass / not fortress. ♥️
Yours, Radyan.
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I didn't know silence could have a name until I heard yours. Not the loud kind, the kind that stays after the rain stops. You are the habit I never planned to keep—the way morning coffee tastes better when made slowly, the way my hand reaches for the other side of the bed even when you're not there. Some loves are fireworks. Ours is the hush after the last guest leaves. The lamp left on. The glass of water by the door.
I didn't need you to be my everything. I just need you to be my still.
What happens inside me when you say my name: / a room stops shrinking / a window remembers it's glass / not fortress. ♥️
Yours, Radyan.
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