you know love better 💖💌

..." I thought I knew enough about love,till I was stuck between my rough past and the mess in my hands, crippled by the shame in my heart ,my mind broken by images of you breaking down with tears in your eyes, there was no way out , I knew I had fumbled the love of my life with the hurt I had caused,I was blind to what was good for me and now it's about to be gone,but ain't love 'possed to be blind— I tried finding comfort ...."baby I gotta tell you sumn'...my heart protested the confines of my lungs and drummed freedom tunes with the urgency of a man on death raw... my tongue became a sharpened  nail that would hang me on a tree. I mean the last time I was honest it was used against me and who's to tell if this time I had better judgement, men I didn't even trust me , so trust me I was dying on the inside when I knew we were gonna have this conversation again I...was always a man of my word but lately I'm lost in space , as I keep going back (back space) ...I wish I could erase the ones I said but didn't believe I mean didn't mean...I know we cried over this conversation as the silent night offered clutch and cuddles to our cold hearts as I promised I won't happen again,it won't hap... she sucked me in like she saw the man breaking himself down by reached deep into the drowning man trying to live again..."thank you for trusting me with this"...she calmed the tensed room and slowed down time with a firm embrace ..was I hearing it wrong , I slowly unburied my nails from my bleeding palms as I questioned the integrity of my language, I mean she heard me hit the last nail to my coffin yet she was taking away the pain like I was just coughing with my head burried in her chest with every offered breathe she resurrected the dead , I was past the gate ,when she called my name, it's you and I for better for best so we will figure out the rest ...love ain't bout enjoying the crest but staying when it gets tough ,when it's difficult to laugh and easy to cop out , it's selflessness in drought and before I asked for it ...this queen was the best miracle to happen to me...I just needed to get that off my chest ...now this is for you....for always being consistent in love and growth ....

I swear, if love had a name, it would sound like yours, soft on the tongue, heavy in the heart, the kind that lingers long after the echoes fade.You—you walk in, and the whole room forgets how to breathe,

like even time pauses, just to admire you.

Like even the stars second-guess their shine. And me? I'm just here, caught between a wish and a prayer,

hoping that somehow, someway,

you see yourself the way I do.Because, damn—you are poetry before the pen ever touches the page, a melody before the first note is played, a love story before the first hello.

And if words could hold hands, if syllables could embrace, then every letter I write would be wrapped around you,

whispering: "Stay." ...And if staying means silence, then I’ll learn to love the quiet,

let the world fade to nothing but the sound

of your breath beside me. Because you—

you are the kind of beautiful that doesn’t beg to be noticed, but commands the universe anyway. Like the moon doesn’t ask for attention,yet the tides still chase it.

Like fire never questions its glow,but everything around it still feels the warmth.

And me?I’m just here, learning what it means to be lucky,what it means to hold something sacred without closing my hands too tight.

Because love— real love—doesn’t cage, doesn’t clip wings,it watches you soar

and just prays you’ll come back home.

So, if love had a voice, it would sound like my name in your mouth,like "stay" whispered against my skin, like forever tucked inside your smile.

And if love had a home? It would be here.

With you. If love had a scent,

it would be the way the air feels when you’re close—like something familiar, something safe, like I’ve been searching for it my whole life and didn’t even know it until you. You—you are the kind of rare that stories are written about,

the kind of magic that doesn’t need proof,

because it just is. And me? I’m just here,

memorizing the way your laughter sounds at midnight, the way your hands fit into mine like a secret meant to be kept. Because love isn’t always loud,

sometimes it’s the whisper of your name in my head when you’re not around,

the quiet kind of missing that doesn’t ache—it just waits. And if waiting means forever, then let forever be you. And if love had a heartbeat, it would stutter every time you walk in, skip like a record on repeat,

stuck on the sound of you. Because you—

you are the kind of breathtaking that makes the world jealous, the kind of soul that even silence listens to. And me? I’m just here, learning that love isn’t just about the big moments, But the way your voice feels like home, the way your touch turns ordinary days into reasons to believe

in something bigger than both of us. Because love—real love— isn’t just fireworks and grand gestures. It’s Thursday mornings, tangled limbs, sleepy I-love-yous before the world wakes up. It’s this.It’s you.

Nine months. That’s long enough for the seasons to change, for the world to spin us through time, for me to realize that love—real love—isn’t counted in days, but in moments. And every moment with you

feels like the kind of forever people write about. You—you are the best thing my heart has ever learned, the softest lesson in love, the only place I ever want to be lost. Because in nine months, I haven’t just found love. 

I’ve found home.

I’ve found you. 

And if love had a milestone,

it wouldn’t be a number. It would be this—

another day, another breath, another heartbeat with us still standing, still choosing, still here.

Happy nine months, my love.💌🌹