i was meant to care for you and your well-being. i was meant to support you and your dreams. i was meant to hold you and trace my fingers over your skin, memorising the lines of your face. i was meant to kiss you as if your lips were water after spending my whole life thirsty. i was meant to make love to you like there was no today, nor tomorrow. i was meant to make you smile, to hear you laugh, to see you cry the tears of joy. i was meant to hurt you only in the small ways that loving someone sometimes does, all to repair everything with patience, with soft words, with hands that never let go.
i was meant to be held in your arms, squeezed so tightly that you could remember my scent long after i left the room, meant to be kissed by you in that quiet, absent-minded way that leaves an invisible trace on my skin, meant to be admired by you like i was the most precious thing in your world, not because i was perfect, but because i was yours
i was meant to be protected by you, not like something fragile, but like something worth keeping close, something you would choose again and again, even on the days when love felt ordinary, even on the days when we were tired and quiet and nothing dramatic happened at all
i was meant to be shown that my love isn’t suffocating, that it isn’t too much or too intense, but something that can be held, something that can be returned, something that fills you the way it fills me, so that loving you doesn’t feel like pouring endlessly into an empty space, but like standing in a warm light where, for once, i feel just as loved as i love.
i was meant to stay, meant not to be scared that i am not enough, not perfect, because you make me feel loved so deeply that i forget the shape of my own insecurities, as if they melt in the warmth of your hands.
i was meant to hold your hands through the rough times, when uncertainty is the biggest threat and the future feels like a fog we have to walk through together, meant to be reassured by you, again and again, that we are meant to be, that we both want the same quiet things, the same mornings, the same home, the same version of love where it’s just you and me choosing each other and nothing else.
i was meant to prove to you that no one has ever loved you as deeply and strongly as i do, meant to wrap you in a kind of love so steady and warm that everything in your past feels pale in comparison, not erased, just distant, like a life you lived before you knew what it meant to be truly held.
i was meant to make you feel that maybe what you had before wasn’t love at all, or at least not the kind that stays, not the kind that listens, not the kind that looks at you like you are both a safe place and a miracle at the same time.
i was meant to show you, day after day, in small gestures and quiet devotion, that no one can love you in the same breath as i do, that no one can see you the way i see you, or choose you the way i choose you, over and over again, without hesitation, without doubt, as if loving you was never a decision, but something written into me from the very beginning.
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