The truth is—
   it would’ve been enough,
                  probably,
         to just have this:

   - The easy smiles.
   - The jokes we don’t have to explain.
   - The way you lean into a laugh—
     like you already know the ground is solid underneath you.

It would’ve been enough—
   to fill a few nights with banter,
   some games,
   those hugs,
   and kisses…

   a few good stories traded back and forth like lucky coins.

We're *really* good at being good.

It would’ve been easy—
               simple—

   to keep it there.

But I’m not here for simple nor easy.

I'm here—
   because I want to be someone
   you can hand the hard parts to…

   if ever you needed. (or even just wanted)

No parade.

No spotlight.

Just someone standing quiet
   beside the worst of it,

   if it ever shows up at your door.

I'm here—
   for the nights when laughter isn't quite enough,
           mornings when the coffee doesn't fix it,
           moments— that don't fit into a text box…

   and those days that feel like they’ll never end.

I'm not here to fix anything.

I'm not here to rush anything.

I'm just—
         here.

I love the smiles,
  love the easy nights and the soft jokes,
       the stolen glances that don’t need translation.

But that’s not all I'm here for…

I’m here for the silences,
             the stumbles,

   the days where questions pile up…
   and answers are nowhere to be found.

When it's easy.
When it's not.
When it feels good.
When it doesn't. (especially when it doesn't)

I'm already here.