I’m not just attached to you.
No.
I hold a reverence for you.
Know.

I see your light- your soul- even when you slip beyond my view;
I keep my footing steady, even in the moments you drift too.

I feel you like the sun’s warmth reaching through winter’s quiet ache,
a heat that finds the skin even when the sky refuses to break.
I see your soul- the humility, the effort, the energy, the heart-
the parts of you you guard from the world, the parts you never fake.
And yes, our purple bubble… that small, sacred world we made-
it felt like home in a way no place ever has.

I see your beauty even when you can’t see me;
I feel the pull of you in the spaces where your presence used to be.

Our souls move in tandem- quiet, in truth-
meeting in the places language can’t soothe.
Two paths shaped by seasons that carved us in youth,
yet still beating close with a shared inner proof.

There are echoes of you in the hours that pretend they’ve forgotten, fingerprints and flash backs on the days that try to move on.
Great love leaves marks- not wounds, but inscriptions-
etched in the chambers where truth settles and memory refuses to loosen its constrictions.

I’m not just attached to you.
No.
I hold a reverence for the bond we carry in the unseen.
Know.

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