Tag: husband

You stay by my side while I’m working on me.

And that means more than you’ll ever know.

Because this version of me isn’t easy to love.

I’m messy. Guarded. Sometimes distant for no reason.

I disappear into my thoughts, into the weight of everything I’m trying to fix.

And still — you stay.

You don’t rush my healing or ask me to hurry back.

You don’t fill the silence; you sit in it with me.

You remind me that love doesn’t always need words — sometimes it’s just presence, patience, quiet belief.

I know I’m not who I want to be yet.

But I’m trying.

And your staying gives me the strength to keep trying.

Because maybe that’s what real love looks like —

not rescuing someone, not fixing them,

but holding their hand while they rebuild themselves, piece by piece.

So thank you —

for seeing the good that still flickers underneath the chaos,

for standing next to someone who’s still learning how to stand on their own.

You stay by my side while I’m working on me.

And that… that’s love.