#shared quiet

🫶 Rest Like This

She didn’t mean to fall asleep. Not really. But the cotton of her shirt was warm from the sun and their shared silence had that kind of softness that makes your eyes slow-blink. The moment she laid her head down, she felt fingers slide gently through her hair. Not rushed, not coaxing. Just… there.

Sometimes love doesn’t speak. It strokes. It breathes beside you. It lets you rest without asking when you’ll wake.