_Hope__Love
He came into my life like quiet sunlight-steady, soft, and full of a kind of joy I didn't even know I was starved for.
What we shared defied labels. It wasn't loud or neatly defined, but it was real-a world built between glances, unfinished conversations, and all the things we never had to say aloud.
We never named it. Maybe because naming it would mean containing it.
Maybe because some things are too fragile to survive the weight of definition.
He said I was hopeful.
I think he was too.
And for a while, that was enough.