A Man With a Stitched Up Heart

I realized recently that I have a lot in common with this fish.⠀The white-spotted pufferfish spends days in constant, meticulous motion. He wiggles in the sand to carve a pattern of perfect symmetry, building a sanctuary before a partner ever arrives.⠀That’s what I’m doing with this page.⠀While this project is a means of self reflection…

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 fade.Some things stay.These were a few that stayed. ~Links to the week’s posts in the first comment~

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

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀.𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵.𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻.

Not a man who can carry everything.A man who can carry a moment.A “no.”A hard truth.A need said out loud.A vulnerable want.So you don’t have to be strong all the time.