late night calls
— Even in the coldest nights, his voice carried warmth. No matter how long his hours were, he never sounded weary. He never sighed at the weight of my stories. He never gave me a reason to question his love. Never did he make me feel undeserving of him. Since the very beginning, his love has stayed just the same — and somehow, I know it always will.
Can you see that smile on my face?
That’s what I’ve looked like ever since he walked into my life —
the man with the sun in his hair and gentleness in his voice.
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He carries love like a quiet ritual,
offering it to me in a thousand unspoken ways.
Even on the days when storms gather around him,
his voice never rises,
and his words never lose their softness.
No matter how heavy the moment,
he touches it with grace.
Doubt has never found a place between us.
Not once.
He makes me feel like I’ve always belonged —
like his heart was shaped just to fit mine.
The distance?
It’s nothing.
Not when he brings me into his mornings and tucks me into his nights,
as if the miles mean nothing,
and time bends just to let us be.
There is not a single part of him I would change.
He is, in every way, already everything.
So tell me,
how could I ever ask for more,
when loving him already feels,
like dreaming,
with my eyes wide open?
