summer always has its own way of reminding me that i’m truly alive. hitting the streets, bringing the board, and leaving a single flower on it. people might think it’s random, but to me, it’s just a simple sign.
a sign that i’m in a peaceful state and genuinely happy. a man's happiness doesn't need to be validated by loud things. sometimes, it’s as simple as warm concrete, a slow ride, and something blooming in my hand.
two whole months of silence, and then he just showed up. but the crazy part is how his presence alone instantly brings so much warmth. like a massive, comforting hug after a really long day. the longing? completely paid off.
and looking at him now, standing right where he always prayed he’d be... it’s just so beautiful. the dream is finally a reality. my heart is just so full and at peace seeing him this happy.