the quiet between heartbeats

We met when time was gentle still, When fate stood silent on the hill. No trumpet blast or bursting star— Just two soft souls who wandered far. A glance, a word, a tethered thread, A heartbeat louder in my head. Not fireworks, but something deep, A seed of love, not loud, but steep. The first few dates, all nerves and charm, Your hand a tremble in my palm. We talked too fast, then not at all, And laughed at things we can’t recall. Coffee cups and movie nights, Moonlit walks and traffic lights. You’d lean in close with shy delight, And suddenly, the world felt right. We shared our stories, bruises bare, Our childhood dreams, the weights we wear. You told me of your secret fears, I held your truth and dried your tears. There were no scripts, no perfect line, Just learning how your heart met mine. The way you pause before you speak, The strength you show when you feel weak. Dating turned to something more— A sacred space, an open door. You saw the worst and didn’t run, You stayed, you stayed—and you became the one.