Almost

Not often do I find people that have been through a life as messy as mine. But she has. I can tell. I see it in how she talks, in what she avoids, in the way she carries herself like she’s always bracing for something to go wrong.

We talk every day. It’s not forced. It’s not shallow. She comes to me when things go bad, and I try to be there. I don’t always know what to say, but I mean it when I say something. I don’t think she realizes how much she relies on me. And I don’t think she knows how much I’d give just to keep her steady.

Her messages stick. I look forward to them more than I’d ever admit. I read them twice, three times sometimes. I think too hard about what I send back, like one wrong word could ruin it. I don’t do that with anyone else.

She makes me feel something I haven’t in a while. Like maybe things could actually be okay. Like there’s more ahead than just getting through the day. I don’t even know what this is between us. But it feels like it matters.

I haven't felt this in a while.

It's scary.

But that's okay.

Published 21:51 4/18/2025