The Hidden Journal

Not every closeness needs to close the gap.
Some love breathes best with space in it.

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There’s a tenderness in distance —
a quiet trust that says,
You don’t have to disappear to be near me.

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I used to think intimacy meant merging,
losing myself in someone else’s rhythm.
But now I know the real beauty
is in the balance —
in the dance of two souls
who can meet without erasing each other.

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The space between us isn’t emptiness.
It’s possibility.
It’s the air where understanding grows,
the pause that keeps us human,
the breath between my truth and yours.

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When we stop trying to fill every silence,
we finally hear what love sounds like —
not a rush,
but a pulse.
Not a grip,
but gravity.

— Desiree