We were never perfect—
I knew that the way
one knows rain will fall
even after clear skies.
I learned early
that expectations bruise easily,
that hope, when crowded,
forgets how to breathe.
So I let most things go—
promises, futures,
the shape love is supposed to take.
But you—
you were never an expectation.
You were a certainty
I didn’t need to name.
I asked for nothing else.
Not more, not better.
Just you,
standing where you already were.
And you stayed.
That’s how I know—
this isn’t perfection.
This is enough.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
We were never perfect—
I knew that the way
one knows rain will fall
even after clear skies.
I learned early
that expectations bruise easily,
that hope, when crowded,
forgets how to breathe.
So I let most things go—
promises, futures,
the shape love is supposed to take.
But you—
you were never an expectation.
You were a certainty
I didn’t need to name.
I asked for nothing else.
Not more, not better.
Just you,
standing where you already were.
And you stayed.
That’s how I know—
this isn’t perfection.
This is enough.
not perfect, not fearlessjust choosing you, and finding that you are enough.