You Were His Imaginary

A funny thing happened to me a long time after my last breakup.⠀I did the thing you do… got one of those human-finding apps where you judge the next love of your life through a ceaseless stream of thumb-flickable faces.⠀So, I created a dating profile,and then I stepped back.I Looked at it.I realized…⠀…the man being…

It’s a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.

When I’m holding a woman I care about, my inner world feels held, too — and it makes the outer world feel less sharp.Not because she’s responsible for my calm.Because good closeness reminds me what I’m made of.Softness without fear.Strength without burden.Steadiness without control.Vulnerability without fragility.Warmth without urgency.Some people feel like noise. Others quiet me.

𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺.𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. He doesn’t push her to talk.Doesn’t try to cheer her up.Doesn’t mistake action for love. He just stays close.Steady.Quiet.There. Because sometimes the most loving thing a man can dois hold the umbrella—and let her feel safe, even in the…

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡.Not because it’s easy. Not because it stopped hurting.But because something inside you still wants to be here.Still wants to try.Not for them. Not for applause.Just… because you’re not done yet. Part 1: If You Need to Scream, Scream Part 2: What it Looks Like When…

We used to sit here.A summer and a lifetime ago.She hasn’t been back.Today, I returned.Beauty doesn’t go away when someone does.But it echoes differently.