Tonight the apartment is silent except for your kettle and my breathing.
Finally, just me.
I lit a candle, put on the softest playlist,
and suddenly the silence stopped being empty.
I started to feel like the warmest hug I've ever received.
I used to dread nights like this.
Now I treasure them.
There's something magical about being in your own company
and realizing that you actually like the person in the room.
Apparently, she's pretty good at making tea,
pretty good at choosing healing songs,
pretty good at being kind to herself.
So if you don't hear from me for a while, don't worry.
I'm just busy diving a little deeper
into the most confident love story I've ever known.
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