You Were His Imaginary

𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨… 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙠. This quote means a lot to me. I have an allergy to “therapy-speak”, but this… this is the real deal. She’s describing real self-work. I’ve spent the last year learning what I think, working out what I feel, unlearning what’s not…

I’ve watched people cling to apologies because hope feels safer than grief.But grief is honest. It frees you.Hope is beautiful, but not every situation—or every person—deserves yours.

Some people don’t need words either. Their beauty is felt.I’m posting PEI summer in the middle of winter, because today needed a reminder.

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.

Some things stir you for a moment—and fade.Others settle into you with comfort.They don’t announce themselves.They just stay. And that’s what matters.

When it’s right, you can feel it.Your body stops scanning.You stop guessing what he meant.You stop managing the moment. You’re just in it.Not because he’s perfect.Because he’s consistent.You know him by the pattern.That’s what I’m built for.I want a love who can settle into my arms and unfold in every direction.