I never want to change you.
You are not a project,
you are a constellation,
and I want to trace you slowly,
memorizing the lights pouring out of you.

My loyalty lives quiet and fierce,
a pulse that doesn’t fade when you walk away,
a gentle sanctuary in waiting.

When the world is unkind,
when your body aches or your spirit folds,
I’ll be your safe place to land.

I’d thank you for every small miracle;
for showing up,
for trying,
for the way you make room for me
without even knowing it.

I wanna cook with you,
feed you laughter and spice,
fill the house with the scent of truffle and passion.

Every time the wind calls you away
to strange cities,
to roads that don’t yet have names,
I’m still here.

I let you lead me,
not because I need direction,
but because I love the way you move through the world.
I follow your rhythm,
trusting you to take me somewhere I’ve never been.

Because adventure tastes better
when it’s shared,
and I already know
we’d find magic there.

That’s what I would do.
If you let me in.