The Sunlit Secret

The city is a loud, abrasive thing, all neon glare and concrete friction. But here, where the cliffs meet the tide, there is only the warmth of the sun pressing against my skin like an unspoken promise.
I remember how you looked at me in that crowded underground bar—not with words, but with a gaze that felt like a sanctuary. You saw the cracks I try so hard to hide beneath silk and composure.
Sitting here alone, draped in white, I realize that healing isn't about erasing the shadows; it is about finding someone who isn't afraid to sit within them. The light hits my skin, heavy and golden, much like your touch felt when you finally reached for my hand. We haven't said 'forever' yet. We are still in the quiet part of the dance, where every breath is a secret kept between us, and every glance is an invitation to stay.

Editor: Shadow Lover