The Day I Followed My Answers
I thought my heart belonged to an old certainty, a name everyone knew before I did.
Yet each new story found my eyes searching for the same familiar figure.
I called it coincidence, then habit, then curiosity.
But tonight, every answer I gave quietly pointed in the same direction.
Perhaps love does not always arrive like lightning; perhaps it arrives like snowfall.
And perhaps my heart opened long before I noticed it had.
🌹 Roseheart | 19 June 2026
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