I woke up before dawn. The world was motionless, like a painting that time had not yet had the chance to mar. Silence held me in its embrace, and within it, I felt you \u2013 not through words or gestures, but through a presence that needed no proof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching my cane. The lamplight fell onto the floor \u2013 it flickered, trying to mimic the rhythm of your heart. I did not call you, nor did I wake you. I simply marveled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You were sleeping. The lines of your face were soft and calm, as if the world had forgotten all its anxieties just for your sake. This silence was my prayer. I imagined taking your hand again and, without a single word, showing you: every crack in me is merely a space through which your light now passes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I imagined us stepping outside, where the universe had not yet decided whether to be morning or night. You would touch my shoulder just as you always do: not in jest, but with that tenderness which cannot be invented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I smiled. Without unnecessary words. Sometimes the deepest things live in the silence of two hearts that are no longer searching for one another, for they have already found each other.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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