There are days when the words sit heavy in my chest, pressing against my ribs, begging to be spoken — and yet they never make it out.
Days when my throat feels too tight, my mind too tired, my heart too full.
On those days, I hope you know what I can’t seem to say.
But in case you don’t, here it is.
I See You
I see the way you notice things about me no one else would — the way my shoulders shift when I’m uncomfortable, the way my smile changes when I’m just pretending, the way my breathing slows when I’ve finally found a little peace.
I see you getting up to grab me a drink before I even realize I’m thirsty.
I see you making sure my favorite blanket is always nearby because you know it’s my comfort.
I see you finding small ways to make the day softer without ever asking for credit — like you’ve woven your love into the quiet background of my life.
You Carry More Than You Let On
I know there are days when my weight — the physical, emotional, unspoken weight — is heavier than you want to admit.
I know there are nights when you lie awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying conversations we’ve had or ones we never will.
I know you keep things inside because you don’t want to make my load heavier, even though it means you’re carrying more than your share.
You hold up our world without making a show of it. And the truth is, I lean on that more than I could ever explain.
You’re My Safe Place
You’re the place I run to when the world feels too sharp.
The place I can fall apart without fear of being judged.
The place I can be quiet and still feel understood.
Even when I pull away — not because I want to, but because sometimes I’m afraid of being too much — you find a way to close the distance. You love me through my silences, my moods, my bad days, my walls. You never make me feel like loving me is work, even though I know it’s not always easy.
The Words I Struggle to Say
I love you in the loud, obvious ways — in our laughter, our inside jokes, our shared dreams. But I also love you in the ways no one sees — in the way I feel calmer when you’re in the room, in the way my heart rests easier when you’re near, in the way I can still imagine a future because you’re in it.
I love you for who you’ve been to me in every season:
The person who’s celebrated my highs like they were your own.
The person who’s stood in my storms without flinching.
The person who’s never let me forget that I’m worth loving, even when I can’t see it myself.
The Part That Breaks Me
I hate knowing that one day, I’m going to hurt you in a way I can’t fix. That my absence will leave a hollow in your life that nothing can fill.
I hate that loving me means carrying the possibility of loss every single day.
And I hate that no matter how much I try to imagine it, I can’t picture what it’s like to be in your shoes — to love someone who’s sick and to keep loving them, knowing the road ahead might break you.
The truth is, I don’t know how you do it. But I’m so grateful you choose to. Every single day.
Mojo’s POV:
Dad, Mom might not always say it, but I can tell. I hear it in the way her voice softens when she talks to you. I see it in the way her eyes find you in a room. And yes, I smell it in the bacon you sometimes sneak her — I approve of this love. 🐾
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