The sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft stripes of gold across the room. I watched you sketch quietly by the window, your face caught between focus and peace. There was something about the quiet mornings we shared no rush, no noise just us, breathing the same air and feeling the weightlessness of this new chapter.
You turned to look at me, catching me staring, and instead of words, you simply smiled. I got up, walked behind you, and wrapped my arms around your waist. "You draw the world like it's still full of magic," I whispered.
You tilted your head back against my chest. "Because it is. We made it that way."
We didn't need to say much more. The silence between us wasn't empty it was sacred. A shared stillness that held more love than any words ever could.