#mature connection

[wyattconnor]

I Want the Kind of Love That…

I don’t want loud love. I want the kind that lingers in doorways and slow coffee mornings. The kind where silence isn’t awkward it’s understood.

I want the kind of love that remembers the small things, like how you like your tea, or the way you tuck your hair when you’re tired.

I want a woman who’s lived. Who’s known loss. Who still dares to hope anyway.

I want someone who can sit with the past, without letting it steal from the present.

And I want her to know I’m not rushing. But I am ready.

When she is, I’ll be here.