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May 21, 2026
Maybe, loving someone is also learning not to stand in the way of who they are becoming.
Because I’ve seen the way his mind drifts toward the future even in the middle of exhaustion. Like there’s always a blueprint quietly unfolding somewhere inside him. A life he’s still trying to build with his own hands. And strangely, I don’t think that scares me.
Instead, it makes me want to hold him softer.
Not tighter.
The last thing I want is for my love to become another weight on his shoulders or another reason for him to feel guilty whenever life pulls him away. No. I want to become the kind of love that lets him breathe. The kind that understands his long days. His tired silences. His disappearing thoughts. The kind that doesn’t demand proof every second just because his world is rough. It will be far from perfect, and I’m still learning day by day how to understand him and his artsy way of thinking.
But maybe, sometimes I just want to quietly exist beside him. Listening to his long confused stories while his phone screams at full volume because mister building drawer is losing another battle against technology again. Resting my head against his shoulder after the world becomes too loud. Staring at those city lights while he’s complaining about his hurting legs. Falling asleep while one side of the pillow still smells like him.
And honestly,
I don’t need him to stop chasing his dreams just because his room is fully occupied by me. I’m not here to hold him back from that. Instead, I adore him for it.
The way his voice changes when he talks about something he’s passionate about. The way his eyes quietly light up whenever he speaks about that yellow building that attracts his eyes or air circulation. The way ambition still survives inside him even after exhausting days. I think that’s one of the most beautiful things about him. And I don’t want to become the reason it fades.
So no, I don’t want him to choose between me and the life he’s trying to build. I think I just want to sit beside him while he chases it.
And if life is kind enough,
maybe one day I’ll become the first person he reaches for when everything he worked for finally becomes real.
Maybe I’ll become the hug waiting quietly at the finish line,
whispering,
“I knew from day two that you’d make it.”
And that’s not something I planned to miss.
Not for now.
May 21, 2026.
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