The evening settled around us like a quiet song. We lay side by side, the air between us filled with the rhythm of shared breaths. No words were spoken, but none were needed. The soft weight of silence wrapped itself around us, cradling everything we were too full to say. I turned slightly, watching you as the last traces of light painted golden streaks across your features. You had your hand resting on your chest, just over your heart, as if holding something precious there.
I reached out, brushing your fingers gently, letting mine rest beside yours. The quiet connection made my chest ache in the gentlest way. There's a kind of peace that only comes from knowing someone so deeply from letting them in, and realizing they never left.
You looked at me, your eyes heavy with comfort, and gave the softest smile the kind that said, I'm home. And in that moment, I knew I was too. The silence didn't need breaking. It was whole, like us.