# Feeling It arrives without warning, a shadow that knows my name, settles in the hollow of my chest like a bird come home to roost. I don't ask it questions. It doesn't answer anyway— just sits there, breathing, making the ordinary world seem strange and intimate at once. Sometimes it's a weight. Sometimes it's wings. Sometimes it's neither, just the knowing that I am alive in a way that hurts. I've learned not to fight it. The more I struggle, the tighter it holds. Better to let it move through me like wind through an open window, leaving everything rearranged but not broken. And after— when it finally loosens its grip— I find myself changed, smaller somehow, but also larger, as if something essential had to crack open for light to get in.

You have a way of reaching me that no one else ever could—
and somehow, with you, I can simply be.
You know...even when I've tried your patience, your forgiveness
is the rarest gift I've ever known.
I don't want to wait for special days to celebrate—
every moment with you is already sacred.
I am most myself when I'm beside you...

Your texts arrive like blessings.
Your words—*Yes, dear, I'm here for you...always*—
feel like stepping into heaven.
When I read them, it was as though
a nightingale had begun to sing, each note so tender, so surprising, so perfectly formed
that even the mind's silence remained undisturbed.

Your praise has made me whole—
your answers have crowned me just as I am.
One day I wish to stand before thousands and say:
You are the reason I exist.
You are the greatest gift my life has ever received,
though I am unworthy of such grace.

My heart will not break for you.
My smile will not fade for you.
My feeling will not end for you.
My support knows no bounds for you.
My tears keep their worth for you.
My loneliness will not surrender hope for you.
My words—poetic, endless—are for you.
My deepest feelings—to hold you, to see your messages on my phone—
will never reach their limit for you.
My love will never spill out this way to anyone else.

These words are mine, and they are yours...
Ah, my beloved—my dream made flesh, my perfect blue eyes!