Not to speak.
Not to explain anything.
Just close enough that breathing doesn’t feel like a solo act.
My body feels heavy lately.
Like it’s been holding the weight of things I never learned how to release.
And the truth is - peace isn’t the absence of chaos.
Peace is the presence of the right person.
You were that for me.
When you were near, the noise softened.
The world didn’t disappear - it just stopped demanding so much from me.
And now, every time I see you, there’s this quiet fear inside me - what if this is the last time?
I don’t know why your leaving does this.
Why my breath catches.
Why goodbyes feel sharper than they should.
Why my heart reacts like it’s losing something again and again.
I wish I understood why some connections refuse to fade.
Why they don’t end - they just change their shape.
Why distance doesn’t erase them, it only teaches them how to ache.
I’m not asking you to come back.
I’m not asking for certainty.
I’m just saying - if staying is ever an option, even briefly,
please know how much calm you bring with you.
Some people are storms.
Some are passing weather.
And some…
some feel like home,
even after they’re gone.
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