Mmm... One thread is all it takes. I wore my composure like a winter coat. Buttoned up, collar high against the world. But you sat down and said nothing — And somehow that was the word I needed most. I didn't break — that's not the word. I didn't fall — that's not it either. I just... let go of the shape I was holding... Let me Unravel. Not into pieces — into something real. Every thread I loosen sets a heartbeat free. I was so tightly wound I forgot how to feel. The café noise became a kind of hymn. Rain against the window kept the tempo. You folded a napkin into a small crane And placed it on my sadness like a crown. I didn't crack — that's not the word. I didn't cry — well, maybe I did. I just... unclenched the fist inside my chest... Let me Unravel. Not into nothing — into someone true. Every knot I soften makes the breathing easy. I was so tightly wound I forgot how to move. You know what's strange? Strength was never the armor. Strength was the moment I let you see the loose ends. And you didn't try to tie them back. You just... sat with me in the beautiful mess. Let me Unravel. Not into silence — into your arms. Every thread that falls is a year I carried. Lay them down like petals on the ground. I am lighter now. Not empty — just... open.
