Don’t Stomp on What You Don’t Understand

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.

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…

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨.I don’t need to kick things often.But when I do, I’m glad I have these on. They remind me strength doesn’t need volume.Just purpose—and maybe steeltoes.

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…

I’m more of an eyes man than an ears man.It’s not the silence that gets to me.Some silences are connection.It’s the feeling of not being seen anymore that can ache.Is that when it lands for you, too—the missing, the quiet lack of being seen?