Ink & Silence: For Your Eyes Only
"Somewhere in the Lavender"
If I was ever given the quiet miracle of truly knowing you β not just the fleeting presence of your name or the way you drift across my thoughts β but the real you, the hidden you, the you that laughs when no one's watchingβ¦
I think I could spend the rest of my life just writing about you.
With every breath, every heartbeat, pen in hand, Iβd try to paint the constellation of your soul β and yet, I'd still fall short.
There is too much goodness in you. Too much light. Too much quiet kindness that even language trembles in trying to carry.
And perhaps β perhaps a part of me understands, deep down, that we were never meant to stay.
That we were like constellations: only ever meant to pass by each other for a single glance across a night sky.
Maybe weβve served our purpose. Maybe thatβs all there ever was to it.
But some nights β oh, some nights β I wonder if we were more.
If our souls, even in their silence, have touched.
That maybe, even now, weβre still echoing in each other.
You, tinted by the faintest wash of my favourite colour, and me β marked gently by yours.
And I dream β foolishly, tenderly β that you're walking with a purple on your heart.
A soft hue. So quiet, no one else would notice.
But maybe it glows a little, on some days.
Maybe it waits for me.
For a future where we meet again under different skies, as softer versions of ourselves.
I don't know. I justβ¦
I hope today was kind to you.
And that tomorrow feels a little lighter.
I hope you rest tonight, without heaviness.
And I hope you remember, somehow, even if youβll never see this β
You are deeply, gently loved.
Sleep well. Be soft with yourself.
Take care.
P.S. I think about you. All the time.
And if it means anything, even just to the stars β
I still love you.
