A Gift to Keep

If you cry for the things that matter, for the things that quietly pierce the soul and, for reasons you cannot explain, make you feel at home.
if you cry for the small, almost invisible things that have shaped you, the things that made you into the man you are, then perhaps your eyes have finally found a place to rest beside mine.

There is something beautiful about being trusted with someone's tears. As if, for a moment, they have taken off the clothes they wear for the world and handed you something they have carried alone for years.

You brought me your beauty that way. Not polished. Not announced. Just quietly gift-wrapped in all the things that made you who you are.

And somehow, I knew, this was not a gift I was meant to open. It was a gift I was meant to keep.
Disha🌻