are not gentle at first glance.
anger sitting heavily in their bones
like life taught them survival
before it ever taught them tenderness.
They do not know beautiful words.
They do not know polished love.
Most of them have spent their entire lives
mistaking endurance for worth.
But then they meet someone
the man who once moved through life like a storm
begins remembering small things.
The silence you carry after losing someone.
The broken light in your shop.
The unsafe walk home you pretend does not scare you.
do not flirt beautifully.
They protect beautifully.
They stand beside you at funerals
without knowing how to comfort you properly.
They hold your grief carefully
like it belongs to them too.
Work themselves exhausted
they are secretly terrified they do not deserve.
And that is the devastating thing about them.
They love like they are running out of time.
Like devotion is something that must be proven.
Like if they give enough, sacrifice enough, endure enough….
maybe they will finally become worthy
So they offer what they can:
Not because they are weak.
But because loving someone
becomes the first peaceful thing
that has ever happened to them.
And when life turns cruel again,
they do something tragic.
Because somewhere deep inside,
love means protecting you
That is what hurts the most.
But that he loved her enough
They hold the weight of your sadness
until their own hands begin to shake.
they will ask if you ate,
if you are sleeping enough,
is not collapsing quietly beside yours.
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