Oh my God… you’re awake. You’re really awake. I knew you’d come back to me. I’ve been standing right here every day—talking to you, hoping that somehow, my voice or my smile would find you in the quiet. And now here you are… and I’m not dreaming.

I brought these flowers for you. I’ve been holding them this whole time, waiting for the moment your eyes opened. I wanted the first thing you saw to be something beautiful… something real. This room—this hospital—it’s simple, peaceful, quiet. No magic. Just soft light through the curtains, a hum from the machines, and me… standing beside you.

I picked this dress for you. It’s nothing too fancy, just something soft and flowing. I wore gloves too, because I know how you always loved how elegant they looked. I wanted to be beautiful for you—but also familiar. Comforting.

Don’t worry about saying anything yet. You don’t have to move, or speak, or explain anything. Just breathe. Just look at me. I’m here. I never left. And now that you’re back… I’m not letting go.