Suspended Moments

The city is muted from up here.
Just like the colors in old photographs. He found me on a day like this, lost among the crowds.
I didn't know then that some silences are meant to be filled with another’s heartbeat. That quiet spaces can ache for a gentle touch.
He doesn't try to fix anything; he simply holds space for my sadness, offering only his presence as comfort. It is enough. More than enough.
Sometimes, all it takes is someone who sees the storm inside you and still chooses to stay.

Editor: Pure Linen