You didn’t just show up in my life — you softened it. Like the quiet shade of a tree I didn’t know I needed. You became the calm I could breathe in. The place I didn’t have to perform, didn’t have to pretend, didn’t have to be anything but myself. Your presence feels like a safe forest — where I’m seen, where I’m accepted, where I grow without fear.

This is what makes you different. You don’t just hold space… you help me expand in it. No confusion. No conditions. Just roots intertwining because they choose to. And when I look at you, I don’t see perfection. I see home — the kind you plant, and grow into slowly.