Fixing My Face in the Driveway

There’s a difference between being composed and being closed.
I’ve done both.
When I’m composed, I have room for you.
When I’m hiding, there’s barely room for me.

There’s a difference between being composed and being closed.
I’ve done both.
When I’m composed, I have room for you.
When I’m hiding, there’s barely room for me.
Beautiful line. Mildly alarming romantic imagery. If I saw you gazing at the stars with awe, I think I’d become at least a little envious of the sky. But honestly? I just like the idea of being the man who actually pays attention. The man who appreciates your beauty—seeing the human, sure, but also seeing…
For the women who sensed more beneath the stillness:He wasn’t cold.He was paused—waiting to see if warmth was allowed.Some men grew up learning that warmth was dangerous.If he stayed still, it may not have been indifference.It may have been hope, holding its breath.
We learned to stay quiet not because we don’t feel—but because no one showed us how to stay whole after speaking.This one’s about containment, and the cost of being misread.If you’ve ever wondered why a man stayed quiet when you wanted him to speak, this is sometimes why.Follow if this put words to something you’ve…
Some things fade.Some things stay.These were a few that stayed. ~Links to the week’s posts in the first comment~
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…
She flinched.The world hit her first. He didn’t flinch back.He didn’t explain. He just stepped forward—and became the thing the world had to go through. ___________________________This page is for women who still wonder if a man could actually feel her—not just want her, or need her, but *get* her.Women who’ve had to carry both the…