The silence between them felt different now.
Not heavy. Not awkward.
Thoughtful.
Night wrapped around the quiet street, porch lights glowing softly in the distance like stars that had fallen just low enough to watch. The world felt paused—as if even time itself was waiting for Sharra to decide what came next. π✨
Joel stayed where he was. He didn’t step closer. Didn’t fill the quiet with nervous words. He just stood there—steady, patient, present.
And somehow, that meant everything.
Sharra finally broke the silence, her voice gentle but sincere.
She met his eyes again, this time without defensiveness—only warmth mixed with uncertainty. The kind that comes when something matters more than you expected.
Joel nodded slowly, accepting her words without rushing to claim them.
“I just… needed you to know my heart.” ❤️
The sincerity in his voice made Sharra’s chest tighten. There was no pressure in his tone. No demand. Just truth, laid out gently and without conditions.
She took a small step closer, clasping her hands together as if holding onto courage.
She hesitated, then added, “I just want to be sure. About everything.”
She looked down briefly, then back up. “I don’t want to rush something that matters.”
“Real love deserves time.” ⏳❤️
The words settled between them like a promise rather than a plea.
“Truly.”
This wasn’t an ending.
It was the beginning of a new chapter. π
Because sometimes love doesn’t demand an immediate yes.
Sometimes love waits—patiently, hopefully, beautifully.
And sometimes… that waiting is part of the magic. ✨π
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