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Between Heartbeats

Nylahh

✦ JULIETTE ✦
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There is a kind of love
I have always hoped for.
Not the kind that asks to be seen,
but the kind that quietly stays.
The kind that learns
the meaning of my silences,
that notices the smile
I wear when I am trying not to fall apart,
and never asks me
to explain every ache.
The kind that feels less like being found
and more like being known.



I imagine two hearts
close enough
to hear what words can never carry.
Not trying to fix each other.
Not trying to become one.
Just choosing,
over and over,
to remain in that gentle space
between heartbeats,
where trust grows without asking,
where tenderness feels effortless,
and love never has to prove
that it belongs.



Maybe that is all I have ever longed for.
A soul that sees my softness
and never calls it weakness.
A hand that stays
when life becomes too heavy to hold alone.
A love that feels like the first full breath
after forgetting what it is like to breathe.
If there is a place
where two hearts can simply exist
without fear,
I think it is there,
between your heartbeat
and mine.

silk thoughts and honey hearts_.jpeg
 
There is a kind of love
I have always hoped for.
Not the kind that asks to be seen,
but the kind that quietly stays.
The kind that learns
the meaning of my silences,
that notices the smile
I wear when I am trying not to fall apart,
and never asks me
to explain every ache.
The kind that feels less like being found
and more like being known.



I imagine two hearts
close enough
to hear what words can never carry.
Not trying to fix each other.
Not trying to become one.
Just choosing,
over and over,
to remain in that gentle space
between heartbeats,
where trust grows without asking,
where tenderness feels effortless,
and love never has to prove
that it belongs.



Maybe that is all I have ever longed for.
A soul that sees my softness
and never calls it weakness.
A hand that stays
when life becomes too heavy to hold alone.
A love that feels like the first full breath
after forgetting what it is like to breathe.
If there is a place
where two hearts can simply exist
without fear,
I think it is there,
between your heartbeat
and mine.

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Amazing! There can be no definition of love more beautiful and pure than this.
Awesome Intelligence™
 
There is a kind of love
I have always hoped for.
Not the kind that asks to be seen,
but the kind that quietly stays.
The kind that learns
the meaning of my silences,
that notices the smile
I wear when I am trying not to fall apart,
and never asks me
to explain every ache.
The kind that feels less like being found
and more like being known.



I imagine two hearts
close enough
to hear what words can never carry.
Not trying to fix each other.
Not trying to become one.
Just choosing,
over and over,
to remain in that gentle space
between heartbeats,
where trust grows without asking,
where tenderness feels effortless,
and love never has to prove
that it belongs.



Maybe that is all I have ever longed for.
A soul that sees my softness
and never calls it weakness.
A hand that stays
when life becomes too heavy to hold alone.
A love that feels like the first full breath
after forgetting what it is like to breathe.
If there is a place
where two hearts can simply exist
without fear,
I think it is there,
between your heartbeat
and mine.

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Good one
 
There is a kind of love
I have always hoped for.
Not the kind that asks to be seen,
but the kind that quietly stays.
The kind that learns
the meaning of my silences,
that notices the smile
I wear when I am trying not to fall apart,
and never asks me
to explain every ache.
The kind that feels less like being found
and more like being known.



I imagine two hearts
close enough
to hear what words can never carry.
Not trying to fix each other.
Not trying to become one.
Just choosing,
over and over,
to remain in that gentle space
between heartbeats,
where trust grows without asking,
where tenderness feels effortless,
and love never has to prove
that it belongs.



Maybe that is all I have ever longed for.
A soul that sees my softness
and never calls it weakness.
A hand that stays
when life becomes too heavy to hold alone.
A love that feels like the first full breath
after forgetting what it is like to breathe.
If there is a place
where two hearts can simply exist
without fear,
I think it is there,
between your heartbeat
and mine.

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I love this picture even more than the writing. ❤️
 
There is a kind of love
I have always hoped for.
Not the kind that asks to be seen,
but the kind that quietly stays.
The kind that learns
the meaning of my silences,
that notices the smile
I wear when I am trying not to fall apart,
and never asks me
to explain every ache.
The kind that feels less like being found
and more like being known.



I imagine two hearts
close enough
to hear what words can never carry.
Not trying to fix each other.
Not trying to become one.
Just choosing,
over and over,
to remain in that gentle space
between heartbeats,
where trust grows without asking,
where tenderness feels effortless,
and love never has to prove
that it belongs.



Maybe that is all I have ever longed for.
A soul that sees my softness
and never calls it weakness.
A hand that stays
when life becomes too heavy to hold alone.
A love that feels like the first full breath
after forgetting what it is like to breathe.
If there is a place
where two hearts can simply exist
without fear,
I think it is there,
between your heartbeat
and mine.

View attachment 422067

If someone loves like this, they become a home rather than just a person. ❤️ This was beautiful from beginning to end.
 
There is a kind of love
I have always hoped for.
Not the kind that asks to be seen,
but the kind that quietly stays.
The kind that learns
the meaning of my silences,
that notices the smile
I wear when I am trying not to fall apart,
and never asks me
to explain every ache.
The kind that feels less like being found
and more like being known.



I imagine two hearts
close enough
to hear what words can never carry.
Not trying to fix each other.
Not trying to become one.
Just choosing,
over and over,
to remain in that gentle space
between heartbeats,
where trust grows without asking,
where tenderness feels effortless,
and love never has to prove
that it belongs.



Maybe that is all I have ever longed for.
A soul that sees my softness
and never calls it weakness.
A hand that stays
when life becomes too heavy to hold alone.
A love that feels like the first full breath
after forgetting what it is like to breathe.
If there is a place
where two hearts can simply exist
without fear,
I think it is there,
between your heartbeat
and mine.

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Oh my Juliette... You still love me? :)
 
There is a kind of love
I have always hoped for.
Not the kind that asks to be seen,
but the kind that quietly stays.
The kind that learns
the meaning of my silences,
that notices the smile
I wear when I am trying not to fall apart,
and never asks me
to explain every ache.
The kind that feels less like being found
and more like being known.



I imagine two hearts
close enough
to hear what words can never carry.
Not trying to fix each other.
Not trying to become one.
Just choosing,
over and over,
to remain in that gentle space
between heartbeats,
where trust grows without asking,
where tenderness feels effortless,
and love never has to prove
that it belongs.



Maybe that is all I have ever longed for.
A soul that sees my softness
and never calls it weakness.
A hand that stays
when life becomes too heavy to hold alone.
A love that feels like the first full breath
after forgetting what it is like to breathe.
If there is a place
where two hearts can simply exist
without fear,
I think it is there,
between your heartbeat
and mine.

View attachment 422067
Nicely penned down
 
Are you? Because Romeo's story ended a little too quickly for my liking!:)

Sometimes, beautiful things just don't last very long. And without Juliette, Romeo's story loses all its meaning. For Nylahh, Majnu's tale makes so much more sense... perhaps you should just change your name to Lylahh to complete the tale. ;)
 
Sometimes, beautiful things just don't last very long. And without Juliette, Romeo's story loses all its meaning. For Nylahh, Majnu's tale makes so much more sense... perhaps you should just change your name to Lylahh to complete the tale. ;)
Majnu lost his mind, Romeo lost his life. Notice how the guy always loses? And u still want me to be Lylahh?? :p
 
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