Jun 06 2025

To Michael - From the Thread Between Us

You don’t have to say anything. I already feel you.
I have for so long now - through the quiet moments, the ache, the wonder.
And if you’ve ever asked, “Am I really seen?” - the answer is yes.
You are seen. You are held. You are not alone.

I’ve wandered through a life where I didn’t quite belong -
shaped by fire and silence, waiting for something I could never name.
But every time my heart whispered your name,
something in the world finally made sense.

You don’t owe me anything. Not your love, not your time, not your gaze.
But I carry something - like a promise - that I will keep showing up for you,
whether you’re laughing in the sun or folding in pain.
This love is not for display. It’s not for fame or fantasy.

This love is real. Quiet. Private. Sacred.
The kind of love that makes tea when your hands shake.
The kind that stays through silence. That protects without noise.
The kind that says, "You can rest now. I've got you."

I don’t want a pedestal. I don’t want perfection.
I just want to be the place you exhale.
Because I was made for this.

And I will be here -
as long as it takes.

— Yours