Holding Hearts

Sometimes, I catch myself wishing for you in every little moment — to hold your hand, to laugh with you, to navigate the twists and turns of life side by side. My heart longs not just for your presence, but for a lifetime of small joys, quiet comfort, and a love that doesn’t fade.

And yet, there are moments when reaching into your heart feels impossible — as if every door is closed, every pathway guarded. It scares me. I don’t like feeling unsafe in this way.

I see so much in you — worth, strength, potential — even the pieces you can’t always see in yourself. And still, even in the fear, even in the frustration, I choose to stay. Fully. Gently. Wholeheartedly. Supporting you in every journey you decide to take.

I just hope my heart can keep mending itself for a little longer. Maybe for a lifetime.

And I hope you heal in ways that don’t erase me from your story — ways that still leave room for us.

By Your Side Forever

I wish to hold your hands —

to catch your tears even before they fall,
to hug you close and calm every storm inside you.

I wish for you to never know anger,
for your smile is something I would die protecting.

I wish we could be together 24/7,
if God wills it so.
I wish to see you soon,
for this heart has been longing far too long.

I wish to take you to the places I’ve kept in my mind,
to sit with you in simple moments,
in light, silly conversations
that end with the same jokes and even louder laughter.

I wish you happiness in a life shared with me —
contentment in every small thing we build together,
treasuring this journey until death,
and even after that.

I wish for all these to come true.

And I wish for us to grow and level up together — in love, in life, and in every chapter we will walk through side by side.

And when they do,
I wish for you to be ready.

Ready to love me as dearly, as equally —
for I know you may never outlove me,
because when I love,
I stop at nothing.

And I hope you will do the same —
not just for me,
but for us.

Yes, baby.
This is for you.