I had to give you up.

Even though you were never really mine to begin with.

Not in the way I wanted.

Not in the way I needed.

You liked me—

but I loved you.

With the kind of love that forgives too much,

waits too long,

hurts too quietly.

I bent my standards for you.

Lowered the bar,

just to watch you still fall short.

And even then,

I made excuses with shaking hands

and tired eyes.

I didn’t wan...

I’ve known what’s it like to be in a relationship before, but nothing ever compared to what I felt with you. When you came into my life, it was like I was falling in love for the very first time. You made me realize what real love feels like, and that’s something I will never forget.

You changed me. You taught me patience, you taught me care, and you showed me dat love isn’t about perfection— its...

His face tells the story of a man i love deeply. His beard and mustache frame his jaw in a way that feels both rugged and tender, carrying the warmth of his spirit. His brown eyes—especially when touched by the sun— hold a light dat stops me, as if the world has paused to admire him too. Often, his face is marked with the dirt and sweat of long hours, proof of his strength and endless work. To me ...

I used to whisper my worth in the quiet, soft like a secret I wasn't sure I deserved.

You grew used to my silence-took my patience as permanence.

And maybe that's on me... for loving louder than I was loved, for showing up

when you were just there.

You dangled "almost" like it was a promise, gave me just enough to keep my hope breathing, but not enough to ever feel held.

I bent,

I stayed,

I hop...

You were miles away, but still so near,

In every text, in every call I’d hear.

We weren’t official, but damn it felt so real.

I let myself believe what you’d never feel.

You stayed up late, said all the RIGHT things,

Called me “baby”, talked about dreams.

I built a future from your late-night tone,

While you were just bored, or just alone.

I never touched you, never held your hand,

But some...

The first time I worked on a car,

my hands trembled- but my heart was a star .

Steel and chrome, grease on my skin,

A whole new world I was stepping in.

The hood rose like a stage light beam,

And I stood there chasing a brand new dream.

Sanding and masking, fixing the bend-

It wasn’t just metal, it was my new friend.

Eager eyes beneath a welding mask,

Each tool a teacher, each bolt a task.

I...