A quiet ending
What I hope to become
Not perfect. Just more patient, more thoughtful, and more worthy of the softness I say I feel.
But I care.
And I want to grow.
For Dikshita.
A promise, slowly drawn
Stars can be small and still make a shape.
Near the end, they gather into one word.
More than intention
I want growth to be visible.
Not a private thought, but something you can actually feel in the way I respond and stay present.
More than words
I want calm to be consistent.
The best apology is not only a sentence. It is a steadier version of who I become after it.
More than this page
I still care, quietly and fully.
That feeling is simple, even when the way I have expressed it has not always been.
OCISLY
Of Course I Still Love You
- Paras