What I See in You

If she ever asks me,
“What do you see in me?”

I won’t rush the answer…I’ll let it breathe first,because what I see in you
is not something that fits in a sentence.

It’s a feeling. A pull. A quiet kind of gravity, that rearranges my entire world without asking permission.

What do I see in you?

I see a love so pure it makes broken parts of me sit up and listen.
A love so honest, it strips away every mask I didn’t even know I was wearing.

I see peace…in a world that taught me to survive chaos.

I see warmth…in a heart that somehow found mine
and decided to stay.

And if I had to say it in a way that even the stars would pause to understand
I’d tell her: I see a love that makes the devil long for heaven.

Yeah…that kind of love.

The kind that feels forbidden in its beauty, dangerous in its depth,
because it heals wounds, I had already made peace with carrying forever.

What I see in you…

Is home. Not the kind built with walls,
but the kind built with presence, where my soul finally exhales
after years of holding its breath.

I see forever, not as a promise,
but as something already unfolding
every time you look at me
like I’m enough.

And if she still asks me again…

I’ll just smile, pull her a little closer,
and say

“I see everything I never knew I needed…
and everything I’d never want to lose.”