I swear, sometimes my brain just— pauses. Like someone hit the mute button on the world, and all that’s left is him. I don’t know what it is— maybe a cosmic accident, maybe some universal equation I ain’t smart enough to solve, but from the moment I met him, I was caught. Sucked into a vacuum of comfort so thick it felt like gravity changed its mind just for me. On a normal day, my mind is a storm, a thousand winds screaming in different directions, thoughts slicing through me like glass, but when I’m with him? One. Thought. At. A. Time. And that’s terrifying. Because I don’t just feel good, I feel _me_. And it’s not just that he’s _here_, it’s the way he _feels like home_. Not the house I grew up in, not four walls and a roof, but the kind of home that exists between ribs, the kind you carry with you, the kind you crave when everything else feels too much. The first time I told him the world was heavy, he didn’t just nod. Didn’t just toss me the same tired words people say when they don’t know how to hold you. He said, _tell me, so we can lift it together._ And I believed him. Not in the way you believe in a fairytale or a well-rehearsed line— but in the way you believe in the ground beneath your feet. Felt it in the way my chest loosened, like maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t meant to carry it all alone He feeds me. Not just food, but care, And maybe that sounds simple, but its attention wrapped in the softest “did you eat today?” the kind of thing that makes my ribs sigh in relief. to have someone look at you and just _care_? Not because they have to. Not because they want something. But just because they do? I’ve always wanted people to be happy, wanted them to feel full, but with him? It’s deeper. I wanna give him everything. Wanna soak in his space, let him be near enough to touch even when we don’t. And maybe it’s crazy, maybe it’s reckless Foolish to let someone hold this much of me. But when I look at him, when it’s just him and nothing else— I think, God, I hope he stays ```audio-player [[Just Him.mp3]] ```