I watch the love shine in her eyes.
her eyes light up when he texts her.
she grins through her words when she talks of him
I get to see my best friend in love again.
the way her voice softens when she says his name
like it carries a warmth she thought she'd lost
and in those small moments I see pieces of her healing.
and it reminds me
how brave love really us
to open your heart after it once knew how to break
and the world feels lighter
knowing her heart
found its way back to something that makes it grow.
I see the glow she tried to hide before
the peices of her heart
that once fell quiet is starting to sing again
she laughs a little easier now and smiles a little longer
and hopes rests gently in the corners of her words
I watch her read his messages like their tiny sparks of joy
lighting up little moments in the middle of ordinary days
and maybe love is exactly that.
not the fireworks every second but the quiet brightness of someone choosing you again and again
so I stand beside her grateful to witness it
the soft return of happiness in someone I love
because there's something beautiful about watching your best friend find the kind of love that returns the light in her eyes
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
I watch the love shine in her eyes.
her eyes light up when he texts her.
she grins through her words when she talks of him
I get to see my best friend in love again.
the way her voice softens when she says his name
like it carries a warmth she thought she'd lost
and in those small moments I see pieces of her healing.
and it reminds me
how brave love really us
to open your heart after it once knew how to break
and the world feels lighter
knowing her heart
found its way back to something that makes it grow.
I see the glow she tried to hide before
the peices of her heart
that once fell quiet is starting to sing again
she laughs a little easier now and smiles a little longer
and hopes rests gently in the corners of her words
I watch her read his messages like their tiny sparks of joy
lighting up little moments in the middle of ordinary days
and maybe love is exactly that.
not the fireworks every second but the quiet brightness of someone choosing you again and again
so I stand beside her grateful to witness it
the soft return of happiness in someone I love
because there's something beautiful about watching your best friend find the kind of love that returns the light in her eyes
I love you Paula and I'm glad your happy again.