MY MAN

My man

He never promised me the moon and stars.

He never painted dreams he couldn't reach.

But he was always there,

A shoulder when my tears had nowhere to fall,

The first to show up when I had to leave,

The first to answer when I called in fear.

He knows me.

The tiny bits the unspoken pauses, the hidden storms.

He listened.

He always listened.

But there’s something still missing.

A peace I lost long ago.

The part of me that once knew how to love fully

I don’t know if it’s gone, or just hiding.

In the past,

They always chose someone else.

Someone prettier. Smarter. Better.

I was never enough.

Not my face, not my voice, not my heart.

But him

He always chose me.

Even when I doubted him.

Even when I broke him with my mistrust.

He stayed.

He acted, his love language was never empty words.

He learned me.

He made effort when I couldn’t.

And I hate that someone in my past

Taught me not to love him completely.

Because he,

He is sweeter than the sweetest honey,

Calmer than the calmest sea.

He is my muse.

The love I never thought I deserved.

He told me,

Yes, there will always be someone better.

But he chose me.

And that changed everything.

He taught me to see my own light,

To find beauty in the mirror again.

To feel love when I couldn’t love myself.

To heal.

I love you.

For the peace you gave me.

For knowing me in ways I never knew myself.

For loving the parts of me I thought were unlovable.

I love you.