Fingers Linger on His Skin

I’m more of an eyes man than an ears man.It’s not the silence that gets to me.Some silences are connection.It’s the feeling of not being seen anymore that can ache.Is that when it lands for you, too—the missing, the quiet lack of being seen?

On Saturdays,I make my own coffee.This Saturday,I woke up slow.But on any given Saturday…it’d be nice to pour two cups.Crawl back into bed for a wired cuddle.It’s Saturday, anyway—might as well play the day away.

Beautiful line. Mildly alarming romantic imagery. If I saw you gazing at the stars with awe, I think I’d become at least a little envious of the sky. But honestly? I just like the idea of being the man who actually pays attention. The man who appreciates your beauty—seeing the human, sure, but also seeing…

I’ve spent years asking women for a level of depth I wasn’t brave enough to give back. I used to be the stoic one. Or, at least, I thought it was stoicism. Sometimes it’s repression wrapped up in an ego burrito. I thought that by sitting on my wants and staying “patient,” I was being…

There’s a difference between being composed and being closed.I’ve done both. When I’m composed, I have room for you.When I’m hiding, there’s barely room for me.

One of the worst effects of betrayal isn’t that you stop trusting someone. It’s that you stop trusting yourself. Your internal “this is safe / this is real” meter gets scrambled. And once that happens, you don’t just become cautious—you become uncertain. You replay everything. You doubt your read on people. You wonder: If I…