🌿 Entwined

There are certain bonds the world cannot see. They don’t need proof, nor acknowledgment. They simply are.

My heart, for reasons it cannot explain, has entwined itself with his. Not in the obvious ways; no shared life, no spoken promises, no outward story. But in the quiet, invisible ways that matter most.

It feels like two threads, crossing and winding, unseen beneath the fabric of life. No matter how far he is, or how silent the world between us becomes, the thread does not break. It twines deeper, softly, secretly; through prayers, through longing, through the stillness of nights when I whisper his name only in my heart.

People ask me why I hold on, why I love without return, why I give when there is nothing to receive. I have no answer, except this: once souls entwine, they don’t untangle. Not truly. You may walk away, you may forget, you may never look back; but the threads remain, hidden yet eternal.

And so, I live with this bond. Not as a burden, but as a quiet grace. For in my love, however unseen, I have found a depth I never knew existed. A love that asks for nothing, yet gives everything. A love that entwines with him, silently, endlessly.