I’m learning more about her every day

I’m learning more about her every day.

What shaped her. What made her guard herself. What made her feel like she had to be strong for everyone else, all the time.

She doesn’t need me to fix anything.

She needs me to stay close when it’s uncomfortable. To hold her when she’s quiet or upset. To not interrupt when she’s finally letting the weight fall off her chest.

She needs to feel chosen, every day, over and over. Not just when she’s soft, open, feminine but even more so when she’s angry, tired, or not easy to be around.

And she does the same for me.

She doesn’t blame when I’m distracted or overwhelmed. She listens without filling in my silence. She makes space for the part of me I used to hide. The part I thought would be too much or too dark. Somehow, she makes even that feel welcome. It’s a strange sensation honestly.

She lets me lead, but only when it’s rooted in honesty and not fear.

She trusts me with things she’s never told anyone, and it makes me want to be even more trustworthy.

She notices if I seem a little distant and invites me in.

And when I’m present and with her, she melts. Her whole body softens. She breathes different. She laughs in a way that makes the room feel lighter.

Loving her in this way isn’t a performance like I used to love.

It’s a beautiful practice, a dance, a partnership.

It’s not always easy, we have our moment.

But it’s rooted in honesty.

I’m genuinely the happiest I’ve ever been.

I just felt like sharing that. Thank you for reading.

Much love.