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My arms reach out to her…
not in vain,
but in faith
faith that someday
they’ll reach her,
wrap around her,
and never let her go
not in vain,
but in faith
faith that someday
they’ll reach her,
wrap around her,
and never let her go
You owe me nothing to be everything to me.
October 15, 2025 at 6:36 PM
You owe me nothing to be everything to me.
Sometimes the people we lose aren’t only leaves falling from a tree ...they are lessons that change the shape of the whole grove.
Grief is real and messy, even when the person we mourn also caused pain. Losing someone who hurt you doesn’t mean you deserved the hurt, and it doesn’t erase the sorrow.
Grief is real and messy, even when the person we mourn also caused pain. Losing someone who hurt you doesn’t mean you deserved the hurt, and it doesn’t erase the sorrow.
September 17, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Sometimes the people we lose aren’t only leaves falling from a tree ...they are lessons that change the shape of the whole grove.
Grief is real and messy, even when the person we mourn also caused pain. Losing someone who hurt you doesn’t mean you deserved the hurt, and it doesn’t erase the sorrow.
Grief is real and messy, even when the person we mourn also caused pain. Losing someone who hurt you doesn’t mean you deserved the hurt, and it doesn’t erase the sorrow.
When you doubt yourself, let me carry that for you. You don’t have to believe in your worth every second … I’ll believe enough for both of us until you feel it again.
September 10, 2025 at 7:47 PM
When you doubt yourself, let me carry that for you. You don’t have to believe in your worth every second … I’ll believe enough for both of us until you feel it again.
Thank you for letting me love you.
September 10, 2025 at 4:23 AM
Thank you for letting me love you.
The weight you carry, the ache you bear,
deserve to be kissed away with words that linger like morning dew…
gentle, glistening, unhurried.
deserve to be kissed away with words that linger like morning dew…
gentle, glistening, unhurried.
June 27, 2025 at 7:11 PM
The weight you carry, the ache you bear,
deserve to be kissed away with words that linger like morning dew…
gentle, glistening, unhurried.
deserve to be kissed away with words that linger like morning dew…
gentle, glistening, unhurried.
My arms reach out to her…
not in vain,
but in faith
faith that someday
they’ll reach her,
wrap around her,
and never let her go
not in vain,
but in faith
faith that someday
they’ll reach her,
wrap around her,
and never let her go
June 1, 2025 at 11:11 PM
My arms reach out to her…
not in vain,
but in faith
faith that someday
they’ll reach her,
wrap around her,
and never let her go
not in vain,
but in faith
faith that someday
they’ll reach her,
wrap around her,
and never let her go
She’s worth losing sleep over.
May 29, 2025 at 7:56 AM
She’s worth losing sleep over.
She has already loved me into the man I was meant to be.
May 28, 2025 at 5:07 PM
She has already loved me into the man I was meant to be.
I am kept company by the sweet melodies her love sings to me
…soft and steady, like a lullaby written just for my soul,
each note a promise, each harmony a home.
…soft and steady, like a lullaby written just for my soul,
each note a promise, each harmony a home.
May 25, 2025 at 9:32 PM
I am kept company by the sweet melodies her love sings to me
…soft and steady, like a lullaby written just for my soul,
each note a promise, each harmony a home.
…soft and steady, like a lullaby written just for my soul,
each note a promise, each harmony a home.
She’s my favorite wish.
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May 23, 2025 at 7:04 AM
She’s my favorite wish.
Keep close, though miles may veil your face,
In every hush, I hold your place.
Softly I wait, without demand,
Still loving you with open hands
In every hush, I hold your place.
Softly I wait, without demand,
Still loving you with open hands
May 21, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Keep close, though miles may veil your face,
In every hush, I hold your place.
Softly I wait, without demand,
Still loving you with open hands
In every hush, I hold your place.
Softly I wait, without demand,
Still loving you with open hands
I love her...
...by standing still when she needs space,
and moving only when her heart whispers "come closer..."
...by listening to her silences
as if they were psalms,
each pause a prayer I learn by heart...
...by standing still when she needs space,
and moving only when her heart whispers "come closer..."
...by listening to her silences
as if they were psalms,
each pause a prayer I learn by heart...
May 16, 2025 at 8:20 PM
I love her...
...by standing still when she needs space,
and moving only when her heart whispers "come closer..."
...by listening to her silences
as if they were psalms,
each pause a prayer I learn by heart...
...by standing still when she needs space,
and moving only when her heart whispers "come closer..."
...by listening to her silences
as if they were psalms,
each pause a prayer I learn by heart...
Though she’ll say I gave it to her, this sweet little song ...she gave to ME. And I’m still playing it by heart.
May 12, 2025 at 9:20 PM
Though she’ll say I gave it to her, this sweet little song ...she gave to ME. And I’m still playing it by heart.
It didn’t happen slowly. Loving her was like this …sudden, undeniable, rushing through me. No resistance, just surrender to the pull, the plunge, the breathtaking wonder of it all. A rush I never want to stop. I still stand in, heart pounding, breath stolen.
May 12, 2025 at 12:15 AM
It didn’t happen slowly. Loving her was like this …sudden, undeniable, rushing through me. No resistance, just surrender to the pull, the plunge, the breathtaking wonder of it all. A rush I never want to stop. I still stand in, heart pounding, breath stolen.
We’re on our train, the rhythmic hum beneath us, the world slipping by. In that quiet space, everything else fades. It’s just us, together—and I know: wherever this journey leads, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
May 10, 2025 at 8:58 PM
We’re on our train, the rhythmic hum beneath us, the world slipping by. In that quiet space, everything else fades. It’s just us, together—and I know: wherever this journey leads, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
The memories we’ve made ...her voice, her giggles, her light... have become a pathway of luminaries for my hopes and dreams. Not to hold onto the past, but to honor how deeply it lives in me. Her voice still feels like home. Some part of me always glows warmer because she's in the world.
May 9, 2025 at 9:04 PM
The memories we’ve made ...her voice, her giggles, her light... have become a pathway of luminaries for my hopes and dreams. Not to hold onto the past, but to honor how deeply it lives in me. Her voice still feels like home. Some part of me always glows warmer because she's in the world.
Love doesn’t ask for proof in the form of presence.
It breathes in the s p a c e between words, in the quiet commitment to remain steady.
Even when the world goes still, I remain …not waiting, not wanting …just here, heart open, loving as promised.
It breathes in the s p a c e between words, in the quiet commitment to remain steady.
Even when the world goes still, I remain …not waiting, not wanting …just here, heart open, loving as promised.
May 7, 2025 at 5:57 PM
Love doesn’t ask for proof in the form of presence.
It breathes in the s p a c e between words, in the quiet commitment to remain steady.
Even when the world goes still, I remain …not waiting, not wanting …just here, heart open, loving as promised.
It breathes in the s p a c e between words, in the quiet commitment to remain steady.
Even when the world goes still, I remain …not waiting, not wanting …just here, heart open, loving as promised.
Her love is a sanctuary I honor in the stillness.
May 1, 2025 at 9:03 PM
Her love is a sanctuary I honor in the stillness.
Reposted by ever toward her
striking, like a match
feeling its spark
we burn like a bonfire
outlasting the dark
feeling its spark
we burn like a bonfire
outlasting the dark
May 1, 2025 at 1:11 AM
striking, like a match
feeling its spark
we burn like a bonfire
outlasting the dark
feeling its spark
we burn like a bonfire
outlasting the dark
I will love her in silence as much as in song.
I will meet her with presence, not pressure.
She doesn’t need to be chased to feel loved—
Only cherished. Only seen. Only safe.
I will meet her with presence, not pressure.
She doesn’t need to be chased to feel loved—
Only cherished. Only seen. Only safe.
April 30, 2025 at 6:51 PM
I will love her in silence as much as in song.
I will meet her with presence, not pressure.
She doesn’t need to be chased to feel loved—
Only cherished. Only seen. Only safe.
I will meet her with presence, not pressure.
She doesn’t need to be chased to feel loved—
Only cherished. Only seen. Only safe.
You never forget the ass that turned you into an ass-man.
April 25, 2025 at 11:34 PM
You never forget the ass that turned you into an ass-man.
I’ll hold you from moon to moon.
April 25, 2025 at 2:12 AM
I’ll hold you from moon to moon.
“I've tried, and I need you to stay”
April 2, 2025 at 3:30 AM
“I've tried, and I need you to stay”
Reposted by ever toward her
This January feels longer than a Phish song.
January 31, 2025 at 3:59 AM
This January feels longer than a Phish song.