A Thousand Ways I Say—I Want You
There are a thousand ways I say “I want you.”This is one of them.
There are a thousand ways I say “I want you.”This is one of them.
It’s a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.
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…
Neglect doesn’t always look like walking away. Sometimes it looks like staying, but no longer being curious.
I thought I could work it out.I thought all I needed was to find “The” answer.I thought if I tried hard enough…I could change us through the will of my want.⠀But that was the trap.The outside world is not mine to command—only my inside one is.⠀When a relationship ended, I didn’t just lose “us.”See, I…
Being single can feel like you’re off-script.Like you’re supposed to be building something with someone, and instead you’re just… existing.But being single has a purpose beyond “waiting for the right person.”It’s a time to meet yourself as a whole person—not half of a couple.Time to notice your patterns without the fog of chemistry.To learn what…
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.
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 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.
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.
I once thought being strong meant being quiet.It turns out it often meant being afraid.I carried weight without naming it. I thought that was love.It kept me hidden from the people who mattered most. I “protected” others from truths I thought would hurt them. It made us strangers. I’m learning to say the truer thing…
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.