12/05/2026
You came quietly,
like a song I used to know
but forgot somewhere
between surviving and growing up.
Masculinity without cruelty.
Strength without noise.
Easy laughter that never asked me
to shrink myself to be understood.
You carried humor
like sunlight through tired windows,
and somehow, beside you,
silence never felt heavy.
You became a safe space
without even trying
a place where my guarded heart
could finally unclench.
Shoulder to shoulder,
we walked through ordinary moments
as if they were sacred things.
Shared laughter.
Half-finished songs.
Beautiful melodies made from nothing
except your presence beside mine.
And the way you cared for me
so gentle
it frightened me sometimes.
Because comforting words
were once foreign to my soul,
yet with you
I got to experience them again,
like finding warmth
after convincing myself
I no longer needed it.
I am thankful.
More than these words can hold.
But some beautiful things
are only meant to visit us
like dreams before dawn
soft, unforgettable,
and never ours to keep.
So if being you
was a dream,
then let this be my quiet goodbye.
You were beautiful.
And now,
I think
Iām waking up.
