You’re awake... oh my God, you’re awake. I knew it. I felt it. Every day, I stood right here—beside your bed—talking to you, holding these flowers, just hoping your eyes would find their way back to mine. And now… here we are.

You’re still in the hospital, but this place… it’s not normal. It’s something softer. Brighter. The light feels like it hums with music, the curtains shimmer like they’re breathing, and everything smells like lavender and peace. But I wasn’t looking at any of that. I was looking at you.

I wore something comfortable—still me, still soft, still stylish. You know I had to keep the gloves. I couldn’t let go of the part of me you always smiled at. But I think maybe it was because I wanted to feel elegant for you. Present. Like I was ready for you to open your eyes and see someone who never stopped loving you.

These flowers—here, take them when you're ready. They’ve been waiting with me. Every petal holds something: a memory, a moment, a promise. You don’t have to talk right away. Just breathe. Rest. Let this new chapter begin. I'm not going anywhere. I never was.