There are moments in life

There are moments in life when you stop waiting, whether for the blow or the embrace. You simply breathe, staying on your feet while your weary soul begins to retreat.

After bleeding inside so many times, you get used to closing the doors before anyone even tries to open them.

But there are times—even if you think they'll never come again—when someone different appears. Someone who doesn't force their way in or impose their presence, who doesn't make empty promises either. They're just there, staying.

And in that permanence, something deeply beautiful emerges: the silence that is shared without discomfort, the gaze free of judgment, the love that imposes no conditions.

That's when you realize that not everything authentic has to hurt, that there are people willing to stay without you having to ask them to, who see beauty in your scars without needing to touch them.

That person doesn't come to be just another episode in your story; they are the one who transforms every memory into something you would want to reread when everything else fades away.