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Focus on the love you receive from the right people in your life. The ones who see you. Hear you. Genuinely care about you. Focus on the good energy.

My arms reach out to her… not in vain, but in faith faith that someday they’ll reach her, wrap around her, and never let her go

She’s worth losing sleep over.

She has already loved me into the man I was meant to be.

I am kept company by the sweet melodies her love sings to me …soft and steady, like a lullaby written just for my soul, each note a promise, each harmony a home.

She’s my favorite wish.

Keep close, though miles may veil your face, In every hush, I hold your place. Softly I wait, without demand, Still loving you with open hands

I love her... ...by standing still when she needs space, and moving only when her heart whispers "come closer..." ...by listening to her silences as if they were psalms, each pause a prayer I learn by heart...

Though she’ll say I gave it to her, this sweet little song ...she gave to ME. And I’m still playing it by heart.

It didn’t happen slowly. Loving her was like this …sudden, undeniable, rushing through me. No resistance, just surrender to the pull, the plunge, the breathtaking wonder of it all. A rush I never want to stop. I still stand in, heart pounding, breath stolen.

We’re on our train, the rhythmic hum beneath us, the world slipping by. In that quiet space, everything else fades. It’s just us, together—and I know: wherever this journey leads, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

The memories we’ve made ...her voice, her giggles, her light... have become a pathway of luminaries for my hopes and dreams. Not to hold onto the past, but to honor how deeply it lives in me. Her voice still feels like home. Some part of me always glows warmer because she's in the world.

Love doesn’t ask for proof in the form of presence. It breathes in the s p a c e between words, in the quiet commitment to remain steady. Even when the world goes still, I remain …not waiting, not wanting …just here, heart open, loving as promised.

Her love is a sanctuary I honor in the stillness.

striking, like a match feeling its spark we burn like a bonfire outlasting the dark

I will love her in silence as much as in song. I will meet her with presence, not pressure. She doesn’t need to be chased to feel loved— Only cherished. Only seen. Only safe.

You never forget the ass that turned you into an ass-man.

I’ll hold you from moon to moon.

“I've tried, and I need you to stay”

This January feels longer than a Phish song.

Stairway to Heaven ends before January.

January 1 // January 31

Here’s hoping February is only 90.32% as long as this month was.

I can’t remember a single Hoobastank song and I can’t figure out the reason.

Keep trying, Nathan.

We must now be decent people in indecent times.

“But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see”