A Man With a Stitched Up Heart

Living by the ocean, this is the sign I look for every year that winter has finally broke. The coast is waking up today! The first ribbon of water opening as the ice breaks and separates, and the first of the fleet being moved into place. The lobsters are coming out of hibernation, and the…

Can a man touch his feelings? Sometimes we touch them all too well.Sometimes we don’t know how to tell. Some silence comes from peace.Some silence comes from fearthat sharing our burdens burdens her. To an outside observer,these silences feel alike.A man can become very skilledat making them look the same. One way to know may…

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.

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰.But, perfection isn’t the absence of missing things.It’s the presence of what is, that matters.𝑨𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅.

A man doesn’t just want someone to say “you’re right.”He wants her to feel close.To come toward him emotionally.To be moved, not just convinced.He wants resonance, not just reason.

I used to buy peace by hiding the parts of me I didn’t know how to name. I would bury my wantsuntil they disappeared—for everyone but me. If I didn’t speak,I couldn’t stumble out untruths.And my confusion wouldn’t break us. My quiet is not a request for distance,or a ploy to be cold.My quiet is…