You make feel human again
I wish words had the grasps of letting itself be more, so I could describe how you make me feel and how much you mean to me.
I wish the world had the right flowers, so as to show my love in flowers, but I’ve always had more words than gestures,
and this is me trying anyway.
I wish to be better for you, to you and forever you.
As I write this, my heart thumps in your rhythm.
And every time I think of you, I think of how much of a miracle you are to my life.
I won’t dress it up with metaphors or promises. I’m not good at grand gestures, and I don’t want to lie in some beautiful way.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
And I wish, oh how I wish I was capable of returning the love you deserve.
Oh how I wish I was a better person.
You showed me that kindness still exists,
that love isn’t always conditional or sharp,
that faith doesn’t have to be blind to be real.
You gave me hope without trying to convince me.
You taught me how to look at myself without flinching.
I don’t think I could ever repay you for that.
There isn’t a gesture big enough,
or a promise clean enough.
So I offer you the only thing I have that’s truly mine, my love.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC
You make feel human again
I wish words had the grasps of letting itself be more, so I could describe how you make me feel and how much you mean to me.
I wish the world had the right flowers, so as to show my love in flowers, but I’ve always had more words than gestures,
and this is me trying anyway.
I wish to be better for you, to you and forever you.
As I write this, my heart thumps in your rhythm.
And every time I think of you, I think of how much of a miracle you are to my life.
I won’t dress it up with metaphors or promises. I’m not good at grand gestures, and I don’t want to lie in some beautiful way.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
And I wish, oh how I wish I was capable of returning the love you deserve.
Oh how I wish I was a better person.
You showed me that kindness still exists,
that love isn’t always conditional or sharp,
that faith doesn’t have to be blind to be real.
You gave me hope without trying to convince me.
You taught me how to look at myself without flinching.
I don’t think I could ever repay you for that.
There isn’t a gesture big enough,
or a promise clean enough.
So I offer you the only thing I have that’s truly mine, my love.