You Have Me, Completely

I wake with you already in my mind—

not as a thought,

but as the shape the day forms around.

You’re in the way I move slower,

the way silence feels warmer.

You're in the spaces

I never noticed before you.

You’re not noise. You’re not escape.

You are calm that holds its own weight.

Love, with you, isn’t a rush—

it breathes,

walks barefoot,

asks nothing but presence.

You are the home I didn’t know I was missing.

Not walls or rooms—

but a place where my soul stops bracing.

If you’ve made a home in me,

I’ll keep the light on

even when it rains.

You carry weight I’ll never claim to fix—

but I will walk beside it,

match your pace,

hold space until it loosens its grip.

You saw me—

not the polished parts,

but the quiet ones, the undone edges.

And you didn’t flinch.

You stayed.

I don’t need everything.

Just morning coffee and your sleepy voice,

shared silence on tired days,

a life with no performance,

just real, breathing time

between two people who chose it.

Let the world pull—

we are anchored.

Let time bend—

we are steady.

You are the reason I believe

in love that arrives

after the storms,

and makes everything before it

feel like waiting.

So fail if you must

Because I am here

Forever forward

And sincere

You have me.

In the quiet.

In the ache.

In the joy.

You have me—

authentically,

deliberately,

completely.