Where do I start 🤔
Your love is undeniable
Your love is contagious
Your love is the epitome of love
It’s never not too much
Your love is versatile
From your love lips
Your love eyes
To your love touch
It’s your love that I love so ******* much
It feels so good to be loved by you
Sometimes I don’t feel like I deserve it all
But then, then there’s this reassurance vibe that you give
Boss up like “shiiid, I do deserve it! She’s loving again and I’m the WOMAN she’s giving it to!” “Take that **** ToT! It’s all for you!”
Loving by you makes me jealous
In a sense as why the **** didn’t this happen sooner
But we both know, everything happens for a reason
I’m gonna fight until I can’t fight anymore before I let your love just be for a season
I love the way you love

My Dear,

I’m tongue-tied — I may not be able to say much. It’s been a long time since I looked into your eyes. In the rush of the day we never find a single quiet moment for ourselves.

If I speak, you’ll tell me you have no time for these childish whims. Fine — I’ll stop saying it. But if you ever feel like it, put out the dim light in your room and stare, blank-eyed, at the ceiling for a while. Maybe then you’ll feel what I feel; maybe you’ll see what’s inside me, and notice how wide the distance has grown.

What do you think? That I’m only being cryptic? You see nothing but darkness. There is no place left for jokes — my days and nights are full of nonsense.

Go ahead, add a couple more complaints to the list. Lately I’m beyond ordinary sorrow; call me an enlightened sage if that comforts you. I won’t tell another lie — I’ll try to speak only what’s true from my heart. No — I will tell you nothing but the truth. These sleepless nights have become unbearably irksome.

I’m tongue-tied; I won’t explain the reasons to anyone. You needn’t worry. Keep living your life as you do. I’ve learned a new craft: weaving stories — many lies, a little truth, and mostly imagination.

Enough of that. I’ve rambled so much I forgot the real thing I wanted to say: I miss your smile. I miss it a great deal. Without it, your face looks hollow and empty.

Always,
Someone

To Love Her
is to shiver at the beginning
of every sleep
and pray that the morning comes.
For what if I do not wake,
and a lifetime of her laughter is stolen
from me.

To Love Her
It is to know that she is now the center of my world.
That no other relation or figure could triumph
in the face of her. 
As she is all I see.

To Love Her
is to fear every moment away.
Fearing that through some
unforeseen accident
I may have seen her
for the last time.

To Love Her
is an agony of the most wonderful kind.
It is the sparkle in her eye that enlivens
and lets me know why I was put here
after all.

To Love Her
is to see two pairs of little legs running about
cheering behind
their mother's voice.

To Love Her
is to add warmth to rain,
calm to wind
and a coolness to the sun
It is when I see her reflection in my glass of wine
and the world stops spinning,
just as it did, long ago,
on our first date.

I miss your skin and the warmth it held,
And its power to warm me in the coldest mornings.
I miss your doe eyes full of care,
Gorgeously painted by an angel.
I miss your old apartment we'd hang out at,
which us more comforting than my own home.
But at the same time, I dont.
I don't miss worrying when my texts were left unread,
and I don't miss worrying when you hung out with that one girl,
Then again I'll still think of you daily
(and I may never stop..)

Dad,

Thank you—for my childhood,

For the safety I never saw, yet always felt.

Thank you for being my teacher through example,

For guiding me not just with words,

But with the quiet strength of your actions.


Thank you for the advice—

Even when I met it with resistance,

Blind to the wisdom time would later reveal.

Thank you for the pain you carried in silence,

For the exhaustion, the tears,

Hidden behind smiles and strength.


Thank you…

For that towel stained with blood from a nose you tried to hide—

A small, unforgettable symbol of all the battles you fought

Without ever letting us feel the weight.

Thank you for being our shield,

Even when your soul was weary.


Now,

Everything is different.

I stumble, I fall, and you’re not here to steady me.

But your voice echoes in my heart,

Your lessons live in my choices,

And your spirit lights my darkest hours.


Now, I face the world alone.

And though I try—each and every day—

This ache, this longing for you,

Is fiercer than any challenge life throws my way.


Sometimes I ask myself…

For how long will this hurt last?

And yet, I hold on—

To your memory,

To your strength,

To the promise I whisper quietly to myself:


Until we meet again.