Meeting Me In Between

Journal Entry Date: Wednesday, 3 April 2024 Stamp: Private thoughts — for my heart only I decided to start writing in my journal again - I have not set pen on paper for such a long time and I feel like it is needed… I never imagined what it would feel like to see into someone’s soul. But I did. His eyes didn’t just look at me—they spoke. They told me stories I hadn’t heard before, truths I hadn’t known I needed. And somehow, I understood them. His soul shimmered through that gaze, and it wrapped around me like sunlight on a quiet morning. I didn’t expect it to feel so gentle. So overwhelming. So beautiful. There’s something about him that feels like home. His warmth isn’t loud—it’s steady. It surrounds me like a soft blanket, like a promise that I’ll never be alone. I feel safe with him. Not because he says the right things, but because he is the right thing. I know, deep down, he would protect me from anything. And when he looks at me, it’s like he’s memorizing every detail—every blink, every breath, every quiet smile. I’ve never felt this kind of pull before. It’s not just attraction. It’s something deeper. Like his very presence is melting into mine, thawing parts of me I didn’t know were frozen. I want to know him. Not just his name or his story—but his heart. The way it beats. The way it loves. Is this love? Is this what it feels like when your soul recognizes someone before your mind catches up? I don’t want to let go of this feeling. It’s soft and wild all at once. It’s like every part of me is reaching for him, even the parts I’ve kept hidden. He feels like everything I didn’t know I was praying for. And I know it’s dangerous. I know it’s risky to hope this much. But I can’t help it. Something in me is drawn to him—like a tide to the moon. Like a melody to its harmony. I don’t have a reason. I just know. The way he loves—it’s different. There’s no pretending in his eyes. Just adoration. Just truth. And when he’s near, it feels like we’ve always belonged to each other. Like some invisible thread ties us together, and no matter how far we wander, we’ll always find our way back. He looks at me differently every day. And every day, it feels new. He watches me when I least expect it, and he never hides it. He’s not afraid to show me how much he cares. And because of that… I’m not afraid of anything. Not even death. Because with him, I feel eternal. He holds me like I’m precious. Like I’m his. And I know—without needing proof—that he’ll stay by my side for as long as he’s allowed to. His touch is gentle. Reverent. Like he’s tracing the outline of something sacred. And every time he does, I feel more complete. More loved. More seen. I want those moments forever. The quiet ones. The sweet ones. The ones where it’s just us, and the world fades away. And his smile… oh, his smile. It’s like sunshine. Like laughter wrapped in light. Even when everything hurts, even when tears fall, he still finds a way to lift me. To remind me that joy is still possible. That hope is still alive. He gives me hope even when he’s running low on it himself. And maybe that’s what love is. Maybe it’s knowing that no matter what happens, you’ll never be alone again. Because his love will always be there. And mine will always be reaching back.