You don't always say
what you're feeling.
I've noticed that.
You carry things quietly—
like if you hold them long enough,
they'll stop hurting.
But they don't.
They just hide.
And I wish—
I wish you'd let me in.
Not just the easy parts.
Not just the smiles.
But the heavy parts too.
The ones you think
will make people leave.
Because I won't.
If you let me—
I'll be the place
where you don't have to pretend.
Where you don't have to
explain why you feel too much.
Where your silence
is understood,
not questioned.
And still—
don't think I'll become
only calm and serious.
I'll still tease you.
Still pull you closer
just to see your reaction.
Still say things
that make your heart
skip once
before it settles again.
Because I want you
to feel safe—
and wanted.
Comforted—
and desired.
Protected—
and free.
All at once.
And I know
that sounds impossible.
But with you—
it feels natural.
So don't carry everything alone.
You don't have to anymore.
Not if I'm here.