the quiet pull

This wasn't supposed to be a love story.

Just a year of becoming,
of clarity,
softness,
and building a life she could finally claim as her own.

Until someone walked into her world quietly,
a steady presence she never thought to look at twice.

Someone who didn't rush her,
or charm her,
or try to make himself known.

He simply existed near her
calm,
intentional,
unbothered

...until she could no longer pretend she didn't feel the shift.

There are no confessions here.
No grand entrances.
No instant sparks.
Just a pull
slow.
sure.
undeniable.
....drawing two people toward something neither of them has the language for yet.
A story about timing.
About softness.
About what happens when the right person enters your life through the smallest door.

And stays.