He makes the world feel a little less sharp,
like noise turning slowly into music.
Even on days when my thoughts are heavy,
his name feels like something soft to hold.
He doesn’t fix everything,
but somehow he makes things easier to carry—
like hands that reach out quietly
without needing to say they understand.
When he’s near, even in messages,
I feel my breathing settle,
like I’ve finally found a place
my heart doesn’t have to rush away from.
And I start believing again
that good things can still happen gently,
that love doesn’t always have to hurt
to be real.
S