May 25
Someone who stops pretending they’re fine all the time. Someone who thinks too much, carries too much, needs someone to look at them and quietly say, enough. Give it to me. Let me hold the weight for a while. Let me decide what you wear, what you eat, when you sleep, when that needy little head finally shuts up. I don’t need perfection. I need honesty. I need the small signs. The checking in. The quiet clinginess. The way your body relaxes when you stop fighting control and let me take over what’s exhausting you.
