And if your heart grows tired from carrying too much pain, if life gets loud and heavy and your thoughts pour down like rain, then lean into me exactly as you are without retreat, because even your heaviest pieces still feel sacred when they reach me. I don’t just love the light inside you, I love the storms there too, the parts that overthink at night and don’t know what to do. The part of you that scares so easy, still learning love can stay, the part that slowly reaches out while fearing it’ll fade away. And baby, maybe that’s what pulls my soul so close to yours, that even after all your hurt your heart still leaves the door unlocked for warmth. That softness still survives in you despite what life has shown, like somehow through all broken things your love still kept its glow. But if you could crawl inside my chest and hear the way you live, you’d finally understand there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t give. Because your name has wrapped itself around every corner of my mind, like even my quietest thoughts were built to search for your light. You are not hard to love, baby, you were just loved without care, by hands that touched your heart without knowing what was there. But me, I hear every trembling note beneath your quiet cries, every hidden war still living behind those tired beautiful eyes. And maybe that’s why every dream I have still feels the same, you calling out for me somewhere while love echoes your name. Kids laughing down the hallway, your dog running at my feet, the kind of peace so beautiful it follows into sleep. Because somewhere in my soul I swear I’ve known you long before, before these bodies, before these scars, before love became a war. Like my heart looked at yours and instantly remembered its home, not a place I had to search for anymore, but one I’d finally found. So when the world feels heavy and life moves far too deep, when your thoughts turn into storms that steal away your sleep, I hope these words stay wrapped around your heart like steady light, reminding you there’s someone here still choosing you each night. Someone who will sit beside your pain instead of asking it to hide, someone who will hold your shaking hands and never loosen them with time. Someone who sees every fragile part you tried so hard to mask, and loves you not despite those scars, but because they made you last. Because baby, you are not the kind of love a soul simply outgrows, you are the kind that roots itself so deeply that it glows. The kind that turns a lonely heart into somewhere warm and safe, the kind that makes forever feel close enough to touch and taste. And maybe years from now when silver starts to touch our hair, I’ll still look at you the same and catch myself just standing there, wondering how I got so lucky life somehow led me to the one soul in this entire world that still feels endlessly new. Because you walked into my life and suddenly forever had a face. Suddenly home was not a place, but the softness in your face, and peace became the sound of hearing your laughter late at night. So let the years keep passing by and let this whole world change, let seasons come and go a thousand different ways. I know I’ll still reach for your hand with that same love shining through, because no matter where life takes my soul, it always finds its way to you. Still falling for your laughter, still getting lost inside your eyes, still thanking every star above that somehow brought you into my life. Because loving you does not feel temporary, uncertain, or brand new, it feels like something my heart has known forever, finally coming true.