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.
𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀.𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥.Sometimes, the things that look like danger—are just trying to make their way through the heat too. Stay steady. Look closer.Always remember these wise words: “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥”
To the women who’ve ever felt like too much for someone emotionally quiet:I wasn’t overwhelmed.I just didn’t know how to hold you yet.I do now.
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.
We used to sit here.A summer and a lifetime ago.She hasn’t been back.Today, I returned.Beauty doesn’t go away when someone does.But it echoes differently.
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…
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…
