a moment at the window… where love stood still
a little piece for a memory
one morning,
walking into a room
that already held everything i’ve longed for
he stood by the window,
his hand gently stroking the soft fur
of the little soul we both called ours
Neither of them heard me.
They were lost in a stillness
I had only ever dreamed of belonging to
and for a moment,
I didn’t move
I simply watched
Watched the man I loved,
Watched the little fur,
a keeper of my softness,
a witness to my heart
tears came quietly.
not from sadness,
but from the unbearable truth of presence—
of knowing I was watching love
in its most unguarded form.
two arms around me
a weight of a cat curled against my chest
one window,
morning light
a quiet feeling of belonging.
a moment
where for the first time
I didn’t want freedom
I didn’t want escape
I wanted this
this stillness
this warmth
this home
a home made of two souls and four paws,
a view of the world beyond the glass,
and the feeling that nothing else ever needed
for my heart to feel whole.
now as time has passed
and the room is no longer ours
this moment lives
wrapped in the hush of memory
persistently
still whispering
“You belonged here. You still do.”
<3
I Still Belong Where We Once Stood
a little note for the one who felt like home.
There are so many beautiful things in my life right now—
Paris sunsets, dancing barefoot in studios,
yoga mornings, warm wine by the Seine,
laughter shared with strangers,
light falling through old windows ..
Paris sunsets, dancing barefoot in studios,
yoga mornings, warm wine by the Seine,
laughter shared with strangers,
light falling through old windows ..
and still ..
there is a part of me
that quietly aches for the window.
there is a part of me
that quietly aches for the window.
him.
our cat.
the morning light.
a soft, unspoken knowing
that I had found my place in the world
our cat.
the morning light.
a soft, unspoken knowing
that I had found my place in the world
not a city, not a plan,
but a heart
but a heart
not just someone I loved but
my silence
my silence
my peace
my home
and no matter how far we’ve gone,
or how much time has passed,
this truth hasn’t left me
or how much time has passed,
this truth hasn’t left me
I still belong where we once stood.
not as a shadow of who we were,
but as the soul I am now—
wiser, softer, still full of love.
remembering the quiet space between us
that felt like home.
that’s all.
that’s everything.
not as a shadow of who we were,
but as the soul I am now—
wiser, softer, still full of love.
remembering the quiet space between us
that felt like home.
that’s all.
that’s everything.
<3
there’s something I’ve always known,
even in silence, even through distance,
even when life pulled us in opposite directions ..
you’ve never truly left my heart.
and now you reappeared before me again
not as a stranger,
but as the same soul I once truly loved
even in silence, even through distance,
even when life pulled us in opposite directions ..
you’ve never truly left my heart.
and now you reappeared before me again
not as a stranger,
but as the same soul I once truly loved
I’ve always been someone who needed to be free
breathe my own air, dance in open spaces,
follow my soul where it longed to go.
and I still do.
follow my soul where it longed to go.
and I still do.
what was different with you —what’s only ever been true with you—
is that I didn’t want freedom only away from you.
I want freedom also with you.
I never imagined before I’d feel this.
a longing not just to love,
but to belong
is that I didn’t want freedom only away from you.
I want freedom also with you.
I never imagined before I’d feel this.
a longing not just to love,
but to belong
to come home
to a place where all your longing´s finally replaced by belonging <3
to a place where all your longing´s finally replaced by belonging <3
you were the only one who’s ever made me feel
how I wished to be both held and free,
both wild and safe,
both myself… and more
how I wished to be both held and free,
both wild and safe,
both myself… and more
and when i meet with you again—
it´s not to repeat the past,
but to see each other with new eyes.
Open. Present. True.
it´s not to repeat the past,
but to see each other with new eyes.
Open. Present. True.
i still carry so much tenderness for you. unafraid to love you still
not from scratch,
but from soul memory
and in freedom,
not from scratch,
but from soul memory
and in freedom,
and in truth,
and in love.
❤
and in love.
❤
Home
a place where your heart lives
your soul dances
+ your spirit flies <3
+ your spirit flies <3
one tiny letter from a free, wild, loving
heart… to the one soul who makes that heart whisper, yes. here. I belong
Love That Stays
Somewhere, in the spaces between yesterday and forever,
you still exist
you still exist
not as a memory, not as a longing,
but as something softer,
but as something softer,
like breath or the hush of the wind
I never search for you in the past,
because you are here, in the way the sunlight leans against the walls,
in the quiet of the morning where absence is only a word,
never a truth.
because you are here, in the way the sunlight leans against the walls,
in the quiet of the morning where absence is only a word,
never a truth.
you live in the laughter that still lingers in the air,
in the way my fingertips remember the shape of love,
in the way a heartbeat never truly learns
to let go of something it was made to hold
in the way my fingertips remember the shape of love,
in the way a heartbeat never truly learns
to let go of something it was made to hold
and our little soul, our gentle companion of silent understanding,
still curls into the corners of my thoughts,
purring softly between the spaces of missing and remembering
still curls into the corners of my thoughts,
purring softly between the spaces of missing and remembering
a home
not made of walls,
but of souls,
of glances and fur and a kind of silence
that holds much more inside
but of souls,
of glances and fur and a kind of silence
that holds much more inside
reminding me that love is not something that vanishes,
but something that transforms,
something that walks beside us, unseen but felt,
always,
but something that transforms,
something that walks beside us, unseen but felt,
always,
and that there is no ending here, only continuance,
only the quiet knowing that some love never leaves,
only the quiet knowing that some love never leaves,
it simply changes shape,
becoming the wind, the stars, the air
becoming the wind, the stars, the air
love, like starlight—may travel far, but it never fades, never truly disappears
always shining, always there, even when unseen
love is eternal
it does not need proximity to exist;
it simply is
because of you I learned to love in a better way <3
“One thousand half loves must be forsaken to follow one whole heart home.” ~
Rumi <3
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