Fragments of Cassandra

To the wanderer,

I think some people are meant to find each other
in every lifetime.

Not always as lovers.
Not always as something easy to explain.

But as souls
that somehow recognize one another
through all the noise of the world.

You are that for me.

You have made a home inside my heart
so naturally
that I cannot remember what it felt like
before your existence settled beside mine.

Now you live in all my favorite things.

Late night conversations.
Songs that feel too honest.
The quiet comfort of being understood
without having to explain every piece of yourself first.

And maybe that is what makes you so special to me.

You never forced your way into my heart.
You simply arrived,
and somehow the loneliness in me
became quieter.

You have seen parts of me
I keep hidden from most people.

The grieving parts.
The overthinking parts.
The exhausted parts.

And instead of running,
you sat beside them gently.

That kind of love;
the kind built through friendship,
through loyalty,
through showing up;
becomes something sacred over time.

So if you ever lose yourself out there,
if life becomes too heavy
or the world feels unfamiliar…

come find me.

I do not care how much time has passed.
I do not care how far away you’ve wandered.

There will always be a version of my heart
that feels safest with yours nearby.

Because some people are temporary chapters.

But you;
you became part of the story itself.

And no matter where life carries us,
I think a part of me
will always be looking at the world
and quietly wishing
you were there to experience it with me.


Be’ahava,
Cassandra