Through the Fog

Category: love

  • Slow Dancing at 2AM

    Photo Credit: Hanna Lazar

    Slow dancing at 2am,

    George Strait humming low through the room,

    bare feet on cold floors,

    the world asleep

    while we stay awake

    inside this small, borrowed moment.

    No crowd but the shadows,

    no spotlight but the lamp in the corner.

    Your hand at my waist

    like it’s always known

    where it belongs,

    like this song was written

    for the way we move together.

    We sway without counting time,

    letting George 

    tell the story for us—

    about love that lasts,

    about staying,

    about choosing each other

    without making a sound.

    At 2am, nothing is rushed.

    Nothing is heavy.

    There is only you,

    only me,

    and a slow song playing softly enough

    to feel like a promise

    we don’t have to say out loud.

  • The Fortress

    Photo Credit: Daniel Mačura

    A fortress built around your heart—

    stone laid from old betrayals,

    walls raised higher with every almost-love

    that taught you not to lean too hard.

    You call it strength.

    I see how lonely it gets up there,

    guarding something that only ever wanted

    to be held.

    I don’t want to tear it down.

    I know those walls saved you once.

    I’d rather sit outside them,

    patient, unarmed,

    hoping one day you’ll open a gate

    and realize not everyone

    came to lay siege.

  • Know That You Are Loved

    (Even If You Don’t Love Yourself)

    Know that you are loved

    even if you don’t love yourself,

    even if the mirror feels like a stranger

    and your own heartbeat sounds borrowed.

    Know that you are held

    in ways you can’t always see —

    in whispered prayers,

    in the quiet hope someone sends your way

    when you don’t even realize you need it.

    You are loved

    in the way dawn forgives the night,

    in the way a bruised sky still softens at sunrise,

    in the way life keeps giving you

    one more breath to try again.

    You don’t have to earn it.

    You don’t have to feel it.

    You don’t have to understand why.

    Just know this:

    on the days you’re breaking,

    on the days you’re numb,

    on the days you look at yourself

    and can’t find a single reason to stay—

    someone out there

    is grateful that you’re here,

    is rooting for your healing,

    is carrying the love

    you can’t yet carry for yourself.

    And until you can feel it —

    let that be enough.

  • I Never Want to Leave This World Without Saying I Love You

    I think about how fragile life really is—

    how it slips between moments,

    how days turn into memories

    before we even realize we’re living them.

    And it hits me:

    I never want to move through this world

    quietly holding back the one thing

    that has always mattered most.

    I never want to leave this place

    without saying I love you.

    Not because I’m planning on going anywhere,

    not because I’m standing at any edge—

    but because this life is unpredictable,

    and the people who matter

    deserve to hear the truth

    while they’re still here to hold it.

    I love you

    in the simple ways,

    the human ways—

    in the way your voice steadies me,

    in the way your presence softens the noise,

    in the way something inside me

    finally feels understood.

    I love you

    in the ways I’ll never say out loud enough—

    in the small gratitude between heartbeats,

    in the quiet comfort of knowing

    you exist in the same world as me.

    If today were ordinary

    or extraordinary,

    if it were the first day

    or the last—

    I’d still want you to know.

    So hear it now,

    in case time gets away from me again:

    I love you.

    Not as a goodbye,

    but as a promise

    to speak the truth

    while it still has the chance

    to reach you.