I never knew what it meant to belong,
not in the way I thought I did,
not in the walls I built,
or in the places I called home.
But then you stood in front of me,
and for the first time,
I felt the weight of the earth beneath my feet.

You aren’t what I imagined when I dreamed of love—
you’re not the perfect warmth,
or the polished smile I thought I needed.
You are jagged edges and sharp corners,
a wildness that cracks the careful things
I tried to control,
and yet, in your chaos,
I’ve found peace.

The truth is,
I’ve never been whole,
but with you,
it’s like my fragments come together
in ways I don’t understand,
but feel—
in the quiet of the mornings,
in the silence between words,
in the way you make the air feel different
when you're near.

You are not the...