WAVES BENEATH THE SILENCE
The way he entered me slowly, reverently, as if I was the most precious thing he ever held.
“Do you see that?” he whispered. “That’s what love looks like.”
I couldn’t answer.
I just cried silently, overwhelmed, consumed, whole.
When we finished, he held me under the water, forehead against mine, as if the world outside didn’t matter.
And maybe, just maybe—
it never did.
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