The days seemed to pass slower, the world outside moving as usual, but within our home, time felt suspended. We sat together in silence, our fingers entwined, the hum of the world fading into the background. It was the kind of peace we'd found in each other, a stillness that didn't need words to be understood. There were moments when we simply existed, no need to rush, no need to talk, just being. The world was outside our door, but within these walls, it was just us.
I watched her, her gaze focused on a small sketch she was working on, her lips slightly parted, lost in her thoughts. There was something about her quiet presence that calmed the restlessness inside me. I didn't need grand gestures or promises to know she was mine, that we were in this together. She didn't need to speak for me to understand her, and in that understanding, I found a new kind of love, a love that didn't need to try, didn't need to prove anything, it just was.