Before I met you, I didn’t know what patience was.
I was never the waiting kind.
But you taught me.
Your love taught me how to wait—
for hours, just to see your name light up my phone,
for days, just to see you walk through the door again.
Now I understand:
Love takes time.
We hustle day and night, building our home
even when the days blur by without a glimpse of one another.
But still—we both know:
we have each other.
You know I’ll always be here, waiting.
We move through crowds, grind through work,
but at the end of the days,
the weeks,
the months—
we always find our way back.
You are my peace,
my soft place to land at the end of every storm.
No matter what comes,
I know you’ll open that door,
wrap your arms around me,
and love me—flaws and all.
And I love you.
I could never erase you.
Our souls are tied,
and no one can undo that.
You are mine.
And I… am all yours.