salted.snore
sugar salt stare
They looked at each other the way old trees might, quietly and knowingly. Words weren’t needed anymore. The years had spoken for them, etched their story into every line on their faces and every silence between their breaths. Life had weathered them, softened the sharp edges, but what remained was something unshakable. In that stillness, they remembered and understood. The future didn’t ask for vows or promises. It only waited, and they would walk into it together, hand in hand, as they always had.
#16years
sugar salt stare
They looked at each other the way old trees might, quietly and knowingly. Words weren’t needed anymore. The years had spoken for them, etched their story into every line on their faces and every silence between their breaths. Life had weathered them, softened the sharp edges, but what remained was something unshakable. In that stillness, they remembered and understood. The future didn’t ask for vows or promises. It only waited, and they would walk into it together, hand in hand, as they always had.
#16years