no half-measures, no pale imitations.
Passion isn't gentle here, it's a full blaze,
the kind that warms and sometimes scorches.
We are friction and laughter intertwined,
learning through the sparks we strike,
expanding in the space where chaos
kisses calm and neither wins.
You are a force I cannot tame,
nor would I want to!
and learning to let you burn bright
whilst keeping my own roots deep
is its own exquisite work.
We move differently, you and I,
but the push between us is not division,
it's the call to stretch, to rise,
to meet each other, changed.
I'm grateful for the whole of it,
the beauty and the mess,
the fire and the play,
the way we always, somehow,
find our way back home to love.
We're learning new love languages,
softer words for harder moments,
tools to hold each other through the heat,
to listen deeper, stay longer,
to choose each other, again and again.
And I'm proud of that.
Proud of how we keep showing up,
how we meet in the wild middle
and refuse to let go of each other ❤️
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