Of Course I’d be a Keatsian—I’m Full of Hearts

Not everything that disappearsis gone.Some thingsleave outlines you can feel.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲.𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞.𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦? 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. Because it’s not just how she looks.It’s how she sees me.How she touches like she means it.How her closeness doesn’t just invite—but claims. If you’re a woman who’s ever given that to someone—If you’re a woman…

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.

Not a man who can carry everything.A man who can carry a moment.A “no.”A hard truth.A need said out loud.A vulnerable want.So you don’t have to be strong all the time.

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰.But, perfection isn’t the absence of missing things.It’s the presence of what is, that matters.𝑨𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅.

I don’t make good memes—I make ones that make me laugh. … Maybe you’re not missing.Maybe you’re just waiting for someone who sees your shape and understands how you fit.