You — sweet friend, angel, warrior human — have made space for me that I did not know I could take up, and now I am here, in that space, with a soul full of gratitude for you.
With kindness. Warm baths, belly rubs, and cups of tea. I have given it a comfortable space. Maybe it needs to understand me the same way I need to understand it.
I want to be clear: There will be no confusion when a man sincerely pursues your heart.
Love the empty spaces. Love the pieces of you, shedding to the floor as you walk.
The person who loves you will do so outwardly.
Love comes home at night. Love apologizes. Love listens before you beg through heavy sobs.