The Heart Between Worlds
The Heart Between Worlds There are evenings when the universe whispers softly — not through stars or omens , but through an unexpected conversation. I didn’t seek it, nor did I plan it. It was just wandering, just another day, another chore, another polite exchange. Yet somehow, beneath the ordinary rhythm of professionalism, something shifted. I never saw his face, nor he mine. Our lives crossed only through words — small, respectful words, wrapped in decency. But somewhere in between, warmth flickered. It wasn’t love, perhaps not even attraction in its worldly sense, but rather a recognition — the kind that makes your heart lean forward, asking silently, “Is it safe to feel again?” He was kind, gentle-spoken, the sort of soul who said “don’t worry” after an accident, while I was the one worrying more than I should. And in that worry, I caught myself longing — not for him perhaps, but for the feeling his presence awoke. I’ve been on my own for a long time, tucked in the quiet ...