for expressing, for being honest.
Your words meant more
than you might know—
thank you for trusting me
with them.

I know you’re not
ready to talk about everything,
and that’s okay.
You don’t owe me clarity
before it’s ready to arrive.

Just know: I’m here.
No pressure, no expectations.
I care about you,
and I’ll keep showing up in quiet ways—
poems, messages, whatever feels gentle.

You’re not alone in the heavy stuff,
even if you carry it silently.

And if someday you want to share more,
I’ll be listening.
Until then,
I’ll keep sending words that
I hope feel like warmth.