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?
It’s a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.
𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩—𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧…meet you where you’re at and stay—share the load instead of handing you theirs—hold you when it’s your turn to be heavy—make you feel chosen, even through conflict and repair… 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
For the woman who’s loved a man before he was ready—I won’t pretend the end was all on me. But still—I wish I had been the man I am now, back then.I can’t go back.But I can be grateful for the part she played in helping me become the one I’ll be for someone else.
Some women see stillness and assume it means he’s waiting.For her. For a sign. For permission.But stillness can be motion—just internal.𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯.
Sometimes I think about the possibility that you’re already out there.Not searching. Just… living.Going about your days with a soft ache you can’t quite name.Maybe you don’t know I exist. Maybe you never will.But I’m here. Quietly. Open.If you’re here too, that’s enough for now.
I thought I could work it out.I thought all I needed was to find “The” answer.I thought if I tried hard enough…I could change us through the will of my want.⠀But that was the trap.The outside world is not mine to command—only my inside one is.⠀When a relationship ended, I didn’t just lose “us.”See, I…
