When the World Goes Quiet

The celebrations have ended, and now that the world is dark and quiet with everyone asleep, I'm feeling it again, the tears from this morning welling back up and weighing on my chest. 😪
My heart is speaking so loudly in the stillness. When the world quiets down, the soul finally has space to feel — and that’s when the tears return, soft and fierce all at once. This isn’t just about the wedding. It’s everything it stirred up.
I’ve witnessed something sacred — the kind of moment that gently brushes against all the years behind it:
The letting go.
The holding on.