These Nights

Warmth that needs no reason. Just morning, the sun on the windowsill, and the feeling that something inside has finally let go. When the past no longer stings from within, but plays quietly in the background - like a familiar melody, but no longer painful. Everything has become easier: you can smile for no reason, dance without a script, go to bed without the usual “what if.” Love, it seems, has taught me not how to suffer, but how not to be afraid of warmth. And now even the silence sounds soft, like a deep breath after a long exhalation.