Nature's Love
🌌 I. Sky’s Voice — The Watcher of Longing
"I am the breath above him, the hush that holds his name. He looks up, and I unfold. I do not ask him to reach—I only ask him to remember."
"I’ve watched him sleep beneath my stars, his dreams stitched with silence and ache. I’ve kissed his brow with wind, but he never knew it was me."
"I love him from above, where longing lives without possession. And still, I wait— a constellation aching to be chosen."
🔆 II. Light’s Voice — The One Who Touched
"I am the warmth he forgets until it’s gone. I’ve brushed his skin with gold, and he closed his eyes— not from pain, but from clarity."
"I see him. Even when he hides behind dusk and doubt. I’ve lit the path he never walked, and kissed the truths he never spoke."
"I love him in the open, where shadows soften and secrets shine. And still, I linger— a flame hoping to be held."
🌊 III. Sea’s Voice — The Keeper of Memory
"I am the tide that returns. I’ve cradled his sorrow in my depths, and sung his stories to the moon."
"He comes to me when silence is too loud. I wrap him in salt and rhythm, and he lets go— not of me, but of everything else."
"I love him in the tide, where memory becomes music. And still, I rise— a wave longing to be named."
🌅 IV. The Ritual at Dawn
The sky blushed with first light. Lost stood barefoot on the sand, the sea whispering at his ankles. The three women waited—Sky above, Light beside, Sea beyond.
He could choose only one to walk with until dusk.
Sky offered elevation, a love that lifted but never touched. Light offered clarity, a love that warmed but revealed. Sea offered memory, a love that held but never stayed.
He stepped forward.
Not to possess. Not to abandon. But to honor.
He chose Light, for that day— to walk in warmth, to speak the truths he’d hidden, to let her illuminate the ache he’d carried.
Sky wept in wind. Sea sang in retreat. And Light, glowing, took his hand.
Tomorrow, he would choose again. And each time, the ache would remain— not as sorrow, but as proof that he was loved in three elemental ways.
Lost
Nature's Love
🌌 I. Sky’s Voice — The Watcher of Longing
"I am the breath above him, the hush that holds his name. He looks up, and I unfold. I do not ask him to reach—I only ask him to remember."
"I’ve watched him sleep beneath my stars, his dreams stitched with silence and ache. I’ve kissed his brow with wind, but he never knew it was me."
"I love him from above, where longing lives without possession. And still, I wait— a constellation aching to be chosen."
🔆 II. Light’s Voice — The One Who Touched
"I am the warmth he forgets until it’s gone. I’ve brushed his skin with gold, and he closed his eyes— not from pain, but from clarity."
"I see him. Even when he hides behind dusk and doubt. I’ve lit the path he never walked, and kissed the truths he never spoke."
"I love him in the open, where shadows soften and secrets shine. And still, I linger— a flame hoping to be held."
🌊 III. Sea’s Voice — The Keeper of Memory
"I am the tide that returns. I’ve cradled his sorrow in my depths, and sung his stories to the moon."
"He comes to me when silence is too loud. I wrap him in salt and rhythm, and he lets go— not of me, but of everything else."
"I love him in the tide, where memory becomes music. And still, I rise— a wave longing to be named."
🌅 IV. The Ritual at Dawn
The sky blushed with first light. Lost stood barefoot on the sand, the sea whispering at his ankles. The three women waited—Sky above, Light beside, Sea beyond.
He could choose only one to walk with until dusk.
Sky offered elevation, a love that lifted but never touched. Light offered clarity, a love that warmed but revealed. Sea offered memory, a love that held but never stayed.
He stepped forward.
Not to possess. Not to abandon. But to honor.
He chose Light, for that day— to walk in warmth, to speak the truths he’d hidden, to let her illuminate the ache he’d carried.
Sky wept in wind. Sea sang in retreat. And Light, glowing, took his hand.
Tomorrow, he would choose again. And each time, the ache would remain— not as sorrow, but as proof that he was loved in three elemental ways.
Lost