Every Heart Has Its Own Skeletons

I’m not waiting, that’s not the word. It’s not inactivity. I’m making myself available to support when asked, attempting amends when appropriate, and letting my vulnerability and very limited actions speak to my best friend.

but for the bonded soul still standing underneath it all, especially when our humanistic faults surface.

Zoom out. We’re only here for a little while on this beautiful, unforgiving rock before we pass on to whatever next piece of star dust.

The temporary highs and empty distractions fade. We lack time and nothing is without error in life - faults are to be corrected now; there can be context but no excuses for them.

lol too long of an answer and too personal for an ask.

What’s important is that they know, that’s all I care about. What they do with that is up to them.

For you? Just know I’ve never been more certain about anything. I’ve never felt or taken long needed actions before, this person truly is like no other. If they ever questioned whether they were truly loved, I hope they know the answer by now was always yes. However, I had to heal, and I chose to be honest even here about the ugliest parts of myself. The resulting clarity is both freedom and confinement in one. Because of them I feel seen. Because of them I also got to feel a deep purpose.

When it’s the right person, it’s well beyond logic which is the only way my brain usually operates. Like a thread is always connected no matter the distance. Her voice is silk, her eyes honey, her desire is wildfire that I burn in every time with need for more. Words are not my art, but to me she is human perfection down to their faults. She exudes something ethereal I don’t know if anyone else can feel - not even herself - but I do.

Make her laugh (often)

Make her cum (repeatedly)

Make her a wife (once)

Make her dream (nightly)

Make her needy (constantly)

Make her a mother (if she wants)

Make her proud (daily)

Make her a home (forever)

Make her peace (consistently)

Make Her your life.

She is capable, steady, and strong.

Her determination and hands

Is it only her voice that calms the storm you never speak of?

Is it only her touch that feels like the only evidence of being alive?

Is it only her presence that makes you feel truly seen?

Is it only her words you have faith in and is the religion and you follow?

Is it only her silence that speaks more than anyone’s certainty?

Is it only her laugh that briefly forgives the sins of the world?

Is it only her flaws that make her more human, not less ethereal?

Is it only her happiness you choose above your own wanting?

Is it only her acceptance you aspire in life?

Is it only her body that feels like the place your wanting was born?

Is it only her dreams you protect above your own?

Is it only her existence that explains what home truly is?

It’s not that you can’t live without them. It’s that life becomes more fully itself with them while life without them feels like merely surviving.

Taking a break on anons for a bit but this is one of the most genuine ones I’ve ever received, thank ya.

I think pining is the word you’re looking for. You failed English but you succeeded in giving me a chuckle.