Proof That Past Lives Were Kind

 

When my thoughts tumble out

in messy, unfiltered lines,

you don’t flinch —

you simply listen,

like every word belongs.

You hold space

for my storms and silences,

and when I’m too tired to speak,

your hugs say everything

I cannot.

There’s something adorably gentle

about the way you show up —

always ready,

always warm,

always here.

I can’t help but believe

that somewhere, in another lifetime,

I must have done something right —

something kind,

something pure —

to be gifted a bestie

as wonderful as you.

If souls earn blessings,

then you are surely mine. 

 If this is karma,

may it always find its way

back to you —

a thousandfold. 

Nandini Mithun ✍️