When I’m holding a woman I care about, my inner world feels held, too — and it makes the outer world feel less sharp.
Not because she’s responsible for my calm.
Because good closeness reminds me what I’m made of.
Softness without fear.
Strength without burden.
Steadiness without control.
Vulnerability without fragility.
Warmth without urgency.
Some people feel like noise. Others quiet me.
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.
She flinched.The world hit her first. He didn’t flinch back.He didn’t explain. He just stepped forward—and became the thing the world had to go through. ___________________________This page is for women who still wonder if a man could actually feel her—not just want her, or need her, but *get* her.Women who’ve had to carry both the…
Wanted: One needy, guarded, intense, high-maintenance woman with a bunch of baggage. These are the terms used for women who “intimidate” men, eh? I’ve heard that. Never understood that, myself. I want a woman with such depth I cannot touch the ground when she’s held in my arms. To my mind, Behind the Wires Personal…
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.
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 are a thousand ways I say “I want you.”This is one of them.
