cho

“I hope I die today

Save me from another late night of red eyes”

“Terrified on this side of a conversation

A conversation we'll never come back from”

“How much of a cruel year can you call my fault?”

“Not even the memories are immortal”

“I loved you when it hurt inside to”

“Yeah, you've changed

But did I ever know you?

Or did I hold you

Facing away from me”

“Do you hate me?”

“I've been picking names for our children

You've been wondering how you're gonna feed them”

“Love is not enough in this world”

“'Cause I'd rather die

Than be anything but your girl”

“I never meant to hurt you

But somehow, I knew I would”

“Will it be like this forever?”

“'Cause you're right

I can wait if I want

But it'll never be good enough like I

-

I’ve always been the kind of person who takes care of everything on my own. Growing up as an only child, doing things myself was the only option. I never really had anyone to depend on, so I learned early how to handle everything alone.

But lately, being sick and having my love here for me, making sure I’m warm, fed, and comfortable, even helping me with my hair, it’s made me realize how special that kind of care really is. It’s something I didn’t even know I was missing until now.

I also appreciate how patient he’s been with me, even when I can’t stop complaining about how awful I feel. He never gets annoyed or tired of hearing me, he just listens and reassures me. There’s something so sweet about being truly heard—it makes me feel safe in a way I haven’t felt before.

I’ve spent so much of my life being strong out of habit, convincing myself I didn’t need anyone. But it feels different this time. It feels safe, soft, and new. Letting my love take care of me, letting myself depend on him, it’s strange in a way but in the safest, sweetest way possible.

It’s teaching me that being cared for doesn’t make me any less independent. It just means I finally have someone who wants to meet me halfway, and that’s such a comforting feeling