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?
You do the cooking? I do the cooking?You do the laundry? I do the laundry?You brush the dog? I shave the cat? Just details. What I’m after is the woman whose company makes the doings feel like the main event. A best friend who turns a Tuesday at the stove into a highlight of my…
A man doesn’t just want someone to say “you’re right.”He wants her to feel close.To come toward him emotionally.To be moved, not just convinced.He wants resonance, not just reason.
On Saturdays,I make my own coffee.This Saturday,I woke up slow.But on any given Saturday…it’d be nice to pour two cups.Crawl back into bed for a wired cuddle.It’s Saturday, anyway—might as well play the day away.
If you’re still hoping someone will understand the version of you you’ve grown into— 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒎 𝑰. Not the you you were years ago.Not the you you were to survive.But the you you’ve fought to become. Maybe we didn’t miss our people.Maybe we were just becoming them.
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…
Not everything that disappearsis gone.Some thingsleave outlines you can feel.
