The Sister Who Still Believes – She Who Danced With Daydreams

She had always believed
that love lived in small things.

In glances held a moment too long,
in quiet hands reaching across tables,
in sunsets that felt almost written for someone.

She was the one who still paused for beauty,
who listened to songs too carefully,
who found meaning in moons,
and hope in timing.

She loved deeply — perhaps too deeply —
and carried tenderness like something sacred.

Some called her a dreamer.

But she knew something the practical ones sometimes forgot:
that life, without wonder,
becomes terribly quiet.

And still — even she —
sometimes envied the steady sister,
the one who knew how to stand firm,
who guarded her heart more carefully.

Because perhaps every woman
holds a little of each sister within her —
the one who carries,
the one who dreams,
the one who wanders wild and free.

And somewhere between them all,
we slowly become ourselves.