If she stays, I won’t take a single second for granted.
And if she does — I’ll spend the rest of my life being grateful for that one small, world-changing word. rissa may stay with me
There are some words that feel too fragile to say out loud. Too heavy, somehow, for the air between two people. So I’ll write them here instead. If she stays, I won’t take a single second for granted
May.
So for now, I’m not begging. I’m not convincing. I’m just… being here. Making the space safe enough that staying feels better than running. Loving her without an ultimatum. Too heavy, somehow, for the air between two people
If she stays, I’ll get to learn the sound of her sleep. The version of her that exists after midnight, when the walls come down. The quiet mornings. The arguments about nothing. The making up.