There is a thread between us,

woven before the first kiss,

before the first night we let the silence where are you trying to download it from

say more than our lips ever could.

I pull it, you pull it,

but it never breaks.

Even when the world tilts,

even when the distance grows long,

it hums beneath my skin—

the music of belonging.

You are my person.

Not because I chose you,

but because fate did,

and I was wise enough to listen.