In Every Version of Every World

Part III: Before the Quiet, Before the Flame

A note for the ones who still wonder

Some love doesn't end—
not really.
It lingers in the silences,
in the soft what-ifs,
in the version of the world where they stayed.
Where you said yes.
Where love arrived gently—maybe late, maybe differently—
but still, it came.

These two poems are from that world.
Or maybe from many.
Reflections from the quiet corners of might've been,
where love circles back,
or maybe never left at all.

They are for the ones
who were almost chosen.
For the hearts still half-open,
still listening for a voice that once felt like home.

For the kind of love that reads you slowly,
pauses when your breath falters,
and stays—even when everything else has changed.

Let these words be a window.
A doorway.
A soft place to land.

In every version of every world,
there is a you who is held,
who is seen,
who is loved—
gently, wholly, without needing to be more
than exactly who you are.