Where My Heart Rests
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I have loved before—
in half measures,
in borrowed rooms,
in stories that called themselves forever
but never learned the word stay.
But then there was you.
And love stopped feeling like falling.
It felt like landing—
like the gentle thud of truth meeting earth.
Like finding a door
I didn’t know I’d been knocking on my whole life.
You are not the spark that burned me bright.
You are the steady flame
that keeps me warm.
You are the quiet that holds my chaos
without trying to fix it.
With you, the world makes sense again.
The noise fades.
The ache softens.
And I can finally stop bracing for impact.
Every morning, I wake and find you there—
not a dream, not a miracle,
but something better:
real.
Human.
Mine.
You have taught me
that love is not measured in grand gestures,
but in the thousand small mercies
of being known and cherished anyway.
You are the heartbeat
that hums beneath the noise of my days.
The gravity that keeps me from drifting.
The still point in my spinning world.
And when I think of all I have lost,
all I have survived,
all the pieces of myself I once doubted would heal—
I realise this is where they were always leading:
here.
To you.
My heart does not wander anymore.
It does not ache for elsewhere.
It has found its place,
its rhythm,
its home—
in the quiet miracle of you.
Where my heart rests.
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