Intimate Shadows

Last night held me in its quiet arms— no dreams to speak of, just the weight of you pressed soft against my skin. Each awakening— a smile tethered to your breath, falling back into that tender space, where love lingers like a whispered promise. You’re intoxicating— a breath caught between heartbeats, breathtaking, yet blind to the beauty you wear like a second skin. Maybe it’s the words I’ve thrown, sharp and mean, the cracks I’ve carved in trust— I want to mend them, but apologies twist into the silence you resist. I’m sorry for the shadows I’ve cast— for doubting when you’ve shown your light. Healing stretches wide, a path I’m still learning to walk, step by cautious step. I want to grow old beside you, to hold you up and show the world your glow— to build a home where our love survives the storms. We’ll find our way— if we meet each other halfway, if we soften where it counts— because love isn’t loud, but it stays when nothing else does.