About the Parallels II
Parallel promises. No fear, no loss.
There are moments when life stops resisting you.
No tug, no tension—just a soft exhale of everything falling into place.
What could’ve been messy became mirrored.
What could’ve been painful became parallel.
And somehow, across distance and devotion and different kinds of vows, it all just… fit.
I expected weight.
Instead, I found balance.
Two timelines.
Two promises.
Two bodies, two hearts, held in two very different homes.
But somehow… in rhythm.
The same day didn’t split anything.
It confirmed everything.
Because when a bond is real, it doesn’t compete.
It breathes.
It adjusts.
It clicks.
It watches from a respectful distance, knowing exactly when to step forward—and exactly when to stand still and smile.
And yet, when it quiets enough… I ask myself:
If the timing had been different—
if the world had turned just slightly in our favor—
if we had stood a little closer when it mattered...
Would you say yes?
— K
🌙 Stay with the words.
If this fragment touched something familiar in you — if you’ve ever felt yourself inside a silence that was anything but empty — there’s more.
More fragments. More longing. More truths I only write here.
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