I’m quite aware
That there are evenings
In which my absence sits beside you
Much heavier than I ever wished it to.
I know love isn’t just spoken
but it’s carried
in the answered calls at night,
in the sharing of exciting stories,
in me showing up even when the world feels cruel.
And much too often lately
I’ve arrived late,
with hands too empty
for the woman who has given me everything.
Though still, you remain.
Like the moonlight remains on the restless waters.
Like the spring returns to the trees
that appeared dead all winter.
And I must wonder sometimes
how one as extraordinary as yourself
can look at a person like me
and still simply choose tenderness.
For I see my flaws quite clearly.
I can see the unfinished areas,
the many moments where I could have loved you louder,
better, more completely.
Though if theres one thing in this life
I am very certain of,
it is you.
You, the place my heart leaps toward.
The voice that cuts down the chaos.
The person I’ll want beside me
when my hair turns ragged and gray
and my life becomes old photographs.
I’ll never need perfect days with you.
I’ll take the difficult ones with stride
The many tired mornings, the plethora of misunderstandings
As long as, at the end of each day,
its still your hand reaching for mine.
Perhaps I am not yet
the man you deserve.
But each and every version of my future
Will be spent trying to become him
for you.
For loving you
has helped me understand
that home is not a place,
But a person
who stays
7d ago
May 29, 2026 at 7:43 AM UTC
I’m quite aware
That there are evenings
In which my absence sits beside you
Much heavier than I ever wished it to.
I know love isn’t just spoken
but it’s carried
in the answered calls at night,
in the sharing of exciting stories,
in me showing up even when the world feels cruel.
And much too often lately
I’ve arrived late,
with hands too empty
for the woman who has given me everything.
Though still, you remain.
Like the moonlight remains on the restless waters.
Like the spring returns to the trees
that appeared dead all winter.
And I must wonder sometimes
how one as extraordinary as yourself
can look at a person like me
and still simply choose tenderness.
For I see my flaws quite clearly.
I can see the unfinished areas,
the many moments where I could have loved you louder,
better, more completely.
Though if theres one thing in this life
I am very certain of,
it is you.
You, the place my heart leaps toward.
The voice that cuts down the chaos.
The person I’ll want beside me
when my hair turns ragged and gray
and my life becomes old photographs.
I’ll never need perfect days with you.
I’ll take the difficult ones with stride
The many tired mornings, the plethora of misunderstandings
As long as, at the end of each day,
its still your hand reaching for mine.
Perhaps I am not yet
the man you deserve.
But each and every version of my future
Will be spent trying to become him
for you.
For loving you
has helped me understand
that home is not a place,
But a person
who stays
