The Storm and The Flame

I know I’m not the easiest person to love.

There are storms inside me I haven’t fully learned to quiet.I overthink the quiet moments, replay conversations in my head, and sometimes, I get lost in the spaces between your words.

I feel things too deeply, and when I care, I care with a kind of intensity that can be overwhelming — even to me.

There will be days when I’ll question the steadiness of your love, not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because of the fear that you may some day decide that you’ve had enough, people change and do so without warning, by the fear that love, once found, is a fragile thing already halfway to slipping away.

I will overreact, I will retreat into my mind,

and there may be moments when I look at you and silently wonder if you’re already preparing to walk away.

It’s not fair, I know—but it’s real, or has that changed.

I’ve spent time trying to unlearn the idea that love must always be earned, that I must always be enough to be allowed to stay.

But despite all this—because of all this—

when I love, I love with a depth that doesn’t come from ease. It comes from survival. From choosing, again and again, to let my heart open when it wants to close.

To trust, even when I tremble.

To give, even when I fear there will be nothing left for me.

Yet, I never knew that love could be so natural,

so steady without any effort,

so kind without any fear

and so warm without any doubt.

That it can just be love,

As pure as the clearest of days without anything attached to it.

It’s a warm feeling.

If I give you my heart, know this:

You will never go a day without knowing you are cherished.

Not just liked, not just wanted— CHERISHED .

I will love you with a kind of wild devotion that wraps around your quietest sadness and reminds you that you’re not alone anymore.

You’ll be held not just in arms, but in understanding,

in late-night talks and quiet glances, in the fierce way I will fight for you when you can’t fight for yourself.

My love won’t always be neat or easy—but it will be real.

It will be loyal, unwavering, and full of fire.

And if you let me, I will love you in a way that makes the life you lived before me feel like a faded memory - like a dream that never knew how vivid waking could be.