Love’s Quiet Dawn: Wishing Well in the Storm

“Even the softest prayers can part the clouds.” —Elowen

I love you—it’s a truth both comforting and bewildering.
I can’t quite unravel this tapestry of past and present affections.
The sharpest sting isn’t born from animosity, but from the absence of it.
I’ve scoured the pages of poets and philosophers alike, and their chorus resounds:
‘True love is the tender ache that persists, even as you wish them the world.’

I hold onto the hope that you’ll find love anew,
and when faced with the choice, you’ll plant your roots instead of taking flight.
My heart sends up prayers for your joy—
for you to unfurl into the person I see within you.
May every grin, every chuckle, every glimpse of beauty wrap around you
like a warm zephyr, like the sun’s gentle embrace.

The mere thought of your contentment sends ripples of light through my spirit.
The day you clasp love without a shadow of fear is the day my hope blooms.

Elowen once told me: love doesn’t always stay—but it always leaves light behind.

You’ve braved the tempest, and I stand with you in understanding.
But remember—even when night is at its most relentless,
the dawn is ever on the horizon.

@notesformysoulmate

This work is protected—not to possess, but to preserve the stillness it carries.
Because even love unspoken deserves a place to rest.
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