didn’t think I’d do this again—
fall into something
that feels like spring sunlight after too many winters.

you appeared,
not with thunder or poetry,
just with kindness that didn’t demand to be noticed.

and suddenly,
the air felt different—
lighter somehow,
as if I’d been holding my breath for years
and didn’t know it.

I don’t have to shrink my laugh around you,
don’t have to translate my heart into smaller words.
you listen,
and that feels new.
no games,
no shadows—
just the quiet thrill
of being understood.

maybe it’s not love,
not yet.
but it feels like walking toward light
without fearing the fall.

and if this is what healing sounds like—
soft,
steady,
uncomplicated—
then maybe falling
doesn’t have to hurt this time.