Familiar Stranger - SOLD

I thought returning to myself would feel like recognition. Instead, it felt like meeting someone I had known all my life, but never truly seen. She was familiar in fragments. In the curve of a shoulder, the softness of skin, the quiet movement of her hands. But something had changed. For the first time, I did not ask her to become who she had been before. I simply stayed. And somewhere between looking and being seen, the stranger began to feel like home.