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.
You’re not broken.You’ve just been braced for too long. A man who sees that won’t rush to fix you.He won’t offer tools.He’ll offer space. The right kind of space rewires everything.And the ones who get that—really get it—don’t come in trying to fix you.They make the space feel safe enough to take the brace off….
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…
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.
There’s a difference between being composed and being closed.I’ve done both. When I’m composed, I have room for you.When I’m hiding, there’s barely room for me.
𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝘀You don’t have to explain everything right away.You don’t have to shrink the ache down to something digestible.You don’t even have to be okay yet.You just have to show up honestly.And they don’t flinch.They don’t rush to fix it.They just stay.That’s what it looks like when someone can hold…
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.
