Some women see stillness and assume it means heโs waiting.
For her. For a sign. For permission.
But stillness can be motionโjust internal.
๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ.
There are a thousand ways I say “I want you.”This is one of them.
๐ป๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐.The kind of pursuit that feels like flattery at firstโฆuntil you realize he wasnโt really looking at you.He was looking at his fantasyโand you were the placeholder. It can be one of the loneliest feelingsโbeing seen, but not as the who who you are. Ever feel…
If youโre still hoping someone will understand the version of you youโve grown intoโ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฐ. Not the you you were years ago.Not the you you were to survive.But the you youโve fought to become. Maybe we didnโt miss our people.Maybe we were just becoming them.
Iโm Steven.Iโm a man on PEI, and I write.Not by trade, but by temperament. This page is where I put my thoughts about love, character, repair, and the kind of relationship worth building. It isnโt a quote page.It isnโt a joke.And it isnโt written by a brand. Itโs just me. I’m Steven I started this…
๐ฆ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ.๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.They wonder if he ever became the man she knew he could be.This post is for her. He was the one left behind, and so walked away.And yeahโit broke him,in ways he didn’t know he could.But it also sharpened him,softened him,shaped him. He didnโt come back louder.He came…
On Saturdays,I make my own coffee.This Saturday,I woke up slow.But on any given Saturdayโฆitโd be nice to pour two cups.Crawl back into bed for a wired cuddle.Itโs Saturday, anywayโmight as well play the day away.
