He loves her like she was the poetry he was waiting all his life to read... Not the loud kind. Not the kind that announces itself with fireworks or chaos. But the quiet, soul-deep kind — the kind that feels like a heartbeat he finally recognized as his own.....
Because she wasn’t just a chapter. She was the entire language he didn’t know he needed.The softness he didn’t know he was allowed to want.The calm in a world that always demanded he stay unshakeable. And the way he looks at her it’s like he’s memorizing her, line by line, breath by breath, moment by moment — afraid to miss even a single metaphor written in the curve of her smile.
She doesn't even realize She’s magic. That her laugh feels like a hymn, her silence feels like a confession and her presence feel like homecoming after a lifetime of wandering. He loves her in a way that makes him gentler. In a way that turns storms into sunsets. In a way that teaches him patience, vulnerability and faith- things he never believed until she walked into his life like a soft beginning...
And she?
She still wonders why someone would love her like this — so fiercely, so deeply, so quietly devoted. She’s used to being too much, or not enough, or something people get tired of holding. But he holds her differently. He holds her like she’s something sacred. Like loving her is a privilege, not a burden. Like she’s the one story he wants to rewrite into forever. And in the spaces where she doubts her worth, in the moments she flinches from old wounds, he meets her with the kind of tenderness that heals — slowly, steadily, lovingly.
Because to him, she isn’t just someone he loves. She’s the rare kind of soul you pray to meet once in a lifetime.The kind that rewires you. The kind that softens you.The kind that teaches you what gentle love truly feels like.
And maybe that’s what makes their love so beautiful — two people who weren’t searching, weren’t expecting, but still found something that feels like destiny whispered it into existence.
He loves her like poetry — and she is finally learning she was always meant to be read, always meant to be cherished, always meant to be loved in a way that feels like art. A love that doesn't rush, a love that doesn't force, a love that doesn't break. A love that simply stays. Forever in the small amount. Forever in the quiet glances. Forever in the space where words fall short but heart understands.
The kind of love U dont get twice.....
The kind of love that finds U once and never leave U.... Her Forever......
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Because she wasn’t just a chapter. She was the entire language he didn’t know he needed.The softness he didn’t know he was allowed to want.The calm in a world that always demanded he stay unshakeable. And the way he looks at her it’s like he’s memorizing her, line by line, breath by breath, moment by moment — afraid to miss even a single metaphor written in the curve of her smile.
She doesn't even realize She’s magic. That her laugh feels like a hymn, her silence feels like a confession and her presence feel like homecoming after a lifetime of wandering. He loves her in a way that makes him gentler. In a way that turns storms into sunsets. In a way that teaches him patience, vulnerability and faith- things he never believed until she walked into his life like a soft beginning...
And she?
She still wonders why someone would love her like this — so fiercely, so deeply, so quietly devoted. She’s used to being too much, or not enough, or something people get tired of holding. But he holds her differently. He holds her like she’s something sacred. Like loving her is a privilege, not a burden. Like she’s the one story he wants to rewrite into forever. And in the spaces where she doubts her worth, in the moments she flinches from old wounds, he meets her with the kind of tenderness that heals — slowly, steadily, lovingly.
Because to him, she isn’t just someone he loves. She’s the rare kind of soul you pray to meet once in a lifetime.The kind that rewires you. The kind that softens you.The kind that teaches you what gentle love truly feels like.
And maybe that’s what makes their love so beautiful — two people who weren’t searching, weren’t expecting, but still found something that feels like destiny whispered it into existence.
He loves her like poetry — and she is finally learning she was always meant to be read, always meant to be cherished, always meant to be loved in a way that feels like art. A love that doesn't rush, a love that doesn't force, a love that doesn't break. A love that simply stays. Forever in the small amount. Forever in the quiet glances. Forever in the space where words fall short but heart understands.
The kind of love U dont get twice.....
The kind of love that finds U once and never leave U.... Her Forever......
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