Studying her

I sit in silence, studying the impossible. The curve of her smile feels borrowed from a world that never wanted people like me. Blue eyes that carry storms they try so desperately to hide, until they meet mine. Then, for a moment, the thunder stops. The darkness steps aside. The universe forgets to be cruel. She is haunting. Not because she frightens me, but because she follows me everywhere. In quiet rooms. In empty car journeys. In the spaces between heartbeats. I close my eyes and she is there. I open them and the world feels dull by comparison. She makes me believe impossible things. That I deserve tenderness. That my hands were made to hold instead of defend. That love isn’t always a trap waiting to spring shut. She silences monsters that have screamed my name for years, not because they disappear, but because her voice is somehow louder. I’ve spent a lifetime surviving. Then she arrived…

And for the first time, I wanted to live.

If beauty had a pulse, it would beat beneath her skin. If peace had a face, it would borrow hers. And if I spend the rest of my life chasing the feeling she gives me when she simply looks at me…

I’d die happy.