My Heart of Hearts

There are some loves that are simple and steady, born not from grand gestures but from years of knowing, caring, and quietly holding space for one another. That’s the kind of love I carry now.

With him, I feel safe. I admire his honesty, the way he takes responsibility for his life, and the ease with which he can talk about anything. I’m never bored—our conversations move between laughter, memories, and tender truths.

We can even share pain together. There is a history of loss in his life, and because of the years we’ve known each other, I understand those stories too. We can talk about people who are no longer here, and instead of heaviness, we often end up smiling at the memories they leave behind.

There’s a comfort in that—love that can hold joy and sorrow at the same time. Love that doesn’t demand or perform, but simply is.

He is my heart of hearts, and in the quiet simplicity of our time together, I’ve found something that feels lasting and true.