Wanting is the weakest thing one can do.
Any man can want...
Want costs nothing ~ no discipline, no devotion, no depth of character. It is merely appetite without architecture. Hunger without hands worthy of holding what they reach for.
Yet, to crave her ~ to feel that consuming desire to witness her unfold, layer by layer, like something sacred finally finding the light... that is another language entirely.
She is not yours to take. She is yours to tend.
To learn the geography of who she is and who she is becoming. To earn the extraordinary privilege of watching her lay her chains down ~ not because you demanded it, but because you built something so steady, so honest, so quietly powerful, that surrender felt like freedom to her.
That is not wanting ~ it is devotion with a spine.
Honor her. Cherish her. Guide her... not toward you, but toward herself. Toward everything she was always meant to become. Be the kind of presence that makes her more, never less.
Wanting is easy. It is the first word in a sentence that the weakminded never finish.
But to be trusted with her becoming ~ to hold space for all she is, and all she has yet to discover ~ that is the sentence worth writing...
...and that truth is beautiful, rare... and wrapped in strength.
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