There’s something growing inside me—
not loud, not wild,
but steady.
Soft.
Like a moonflower.
It doesn’t ask for the sun to bloom.
It waits—
in the silence,
in the shadows,
in the hush of the in-between.
It shows itself
when the world slows down,
when the heart is quiet,
when someone sits close
and simply… cares.
This feeling—
this smile that comes from nowhere
and everything at once—
it’s mine.
It’s new.
And still,
it feels like it’s been blooming inside me
for a long, long time.
A moonflower.
Opening in the dark.
Because love… doesn’t always need daylight
to be real.
