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.

I'm not perfect.

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