When love turns to ashes
Laughter and memory opened the shutters where anger had been barricaded.
When they finally looked at each other properly, something broke gently in both of them: the long, mutual hunger for the human warmth they had once taken for granted. They moved toward one another without fanfare. Kisses came first as questions and then as answers—hesitant, then more assured. There was a sweetness to it, a kind of catching up that felt like reading a favorite book from where you’d last bookmarked it: familiar lines, new pages, the same language but different margins. They held each other close and let the years of ache and regret ease a little with each breath.