I didn’t know light could bloom in the shape of jellyfish— glow soft as breath, floating like secrets no one else gets to hear. But there we were, in the tunnel made of stars and silence, where time held still just long enough for your fingers to find mine. And suddenly, I didn’t care about water pressure or how bioluminescence works— I cared that your hand was warm. That your smile didn’t ask for anything. That you looked at the sea like it was alive, and looked at me like I was too. I wanted to say everything: about the octopus, about how fast my heart was going, about how I never thought the ocean would feel this much like home. But you just listened. And I didn’t have to explain. You already knew. Jellyfish don’t hold hands. But I do. And if it’s yours— I hope I never let go.
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