Until We Find Each Other

I don’t know what road will lead me to you, but I know I’ll recognize you when I get there.

You won’t have to say much, I’ll feel it in the way your eyes search the room, how your hands fidget when you’re unsure. I’ll notice all the things you think no one sees. And I won’t ask you to explain yourself. I’ll already understand.

I’m not here to rush you, or change you, or make you perform some version of closeness you’re not ready for. I want the real thing. The slow burn. The long quiet. The steady earning of trust.

You don’t need to be loud to be heard. I listen best when things are quiet.

And as for your fear - I respect it. I’ve carried some of my own. I won’t push you past your edge. We’ll move like water, not fire. I’ll give you all the time you need to feel safe in your own skin, safe in my hands, safe beside me.

When you're ready, I’ll still be here.
Not waiting in stillness, but becoming, so that when we meet, I’m someone worth arriving to.
Someone who can hold your past with gentleness and your future with care.

You are not too much.
You are not too late.
And you are not alone anymore.

Until we find each other
I’m out here.
And I already like you more than you know.