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.
There are a thousand ways I say “I want you.”This is one of them.
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…
𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀.𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥.Sometimes, the things that look like danger—are just trying to make their way through the heat too. Stay steady. Look closer.Always remember these wise words: “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥”
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.
To me, healthy love doesn’t look like a cycle of panic and grand gestures. It looks like a steady rhythm of small, ordinary evidences. It’s the regular heartbeats of showing each other we’re each’s other in all the small ways. Not a dozen roses because I’m “in trouble,” but materializing back at the cart while…
When it’s right, you can feel it.Your body stops scanning.You stop guessing what he meant.You stop managing the moment. You’re just in it.Not because he’s perfect.Because he’s consistent.You know him by the pattern.That’s what I’m built for.I want a love who can settle into my arms and unfold in every direction.
