Where the Quiet Still Believes

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To the one I’ve never stopped writing to,

It’s quieter now. Not empty. Not gone. Just… quieter.

Like a tide that comes in less often, but still brings things to shore.

You don’t answer these letters, and I don’t expect you to.

That’s not what this is about.

I write because you were once the softest place I ever landed.

Because somewhere inside me, your voice still calls me home—

even if only in memory.

I’ve stopped asking the stars to return you.

I only ask them to keep you safe.

 If you’re in love again,

I hope they make you laugh so hard you cry.

I hope they listen to your heart like it’s music.

And if they ever forget how rare you are,

I hope the wind finds its way to her ear with a whisper.

Just three words:

I still do.

—Castor Always at 615pm