everything u are

Sometimes love isn't a flash, but a quiet exchange of oxygen when both are on the brink. Inhale, exhale, and it's no longer clear who is saving whom. It all seems simple: a day, faces, voices, a little tiredness, and just a touch of magic. But there's something in that simplicity that gets passed on – like a family story, like a song sung in a whisper so as not to scare away the meaning. There's a strange honesty in this warmth: without heroism, without perfection, just people who managed not to let go. And that's why it feels like the whole world stopped being foreign for a moment - it became soft, like an evening where you can still hear how someone once loved "just like that."