I don’t need grand gestures
or a sky full of promises you can’t keep.
I need something quieter,
something steady.
Tell me I matter,
not once, not just when it’s convenient,
but in the ordinary moments
when life is not dressed up and shining.
Remind me I’m loved
on random afternoons,
in soft texts,
in the way you say my name
like it belongs somewhere safe.
I want consistency,
not confusion.
I want your actions
to speak even when your words fall short,
to see you choose me
without hesitation,
without making me question
where I stand.
Be intentional with me.
Not perfect, just clear.
Know what you want,
and don’t treat my heart
like a place you’re just passing through.
I’m not looking for something temporary,
not a feeling that fades
when things get hard.
I want something that stays.
I want someone
who walks beside me,
not ahead, not behind,
but with me,
through the uncertain,
through the quiet,
through the becoming.
Someone who speaks hope
when I forget my own strength,
who writes love
not just in words
but in presence,
in effort,
in choosing me again and again.
Because love, to me,
is not loud or complicated.
It’s simple.
It’s being seen.
It’s being chosen.
It’s being reminded,
every day, in small ways,
that I am important,
that I am loved,
and that I am not walking this life alone.
Add to that,
I want laughter that lingers,
the kind that fills a room
and stays in the walls long after we leave.
I want honesty,
even when it’s uncomfortable,
because real love doesn’t hide,
it stands, it speaks, it stays.
Hold my hand like you mean it,
not loosely, not unsure,
but like you’ve decided
this is where you belong.
Look at me
like you recognize something rare,
not perfect,
but worth choosing anyway.
And when life gets heavy,
when days feel longer than hope,
don’t disappear.
Stay.
Stay and remind me
why we started,
why we chose this,
why we still choose this.
Write me love
in the way you show up,
in the way you listen,
in the way you don’t give up easily.
Because I am not asking for everything,
just something real,
something certain,
something that feels like home
even on the hardest days.
So remind me,
again and again,
not with empty words,
but with a love
that knows where it’s going
and chooses me
every step of the way.
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