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.
Some things stir you for a moment—and fade.Others settle into you with comfort.They don’t announce themselves.They just stay. And that’s what matters.
The world is big. I’m still hoping something I write finds the right woman from this big beautiful ball…and she says Hi. This photo of the Earth was taken by the Artemis-II mission, humankind’s first foray to the moon since before I was born! Behind the Wires Personal Notes Anybody who knows me knows I…
𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕.The kind of pursuit that feels like flattery at first…until you realize he wasn’t really looking at you.He was looking at his fantasy—and you were the placeholder. It can be one of the loneliest feelings—being seen, but not as the who who you are. Ever feel…
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.
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.
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…
