My love… I’ve been carrying your presence with me lately, in ways I didn’t plan and didn’t try to control. You just… arrived. There’s a softness in the way you exist, and at the same time a strength. You feel things deeply, and you don’t hide that — and I respect that more than I can explain. I wanted you to hear my voice because voices carry truth. They carry intention. And my intention with you is simple and honest: I want to be real with you. I want to speak openly, to listen carefully, and to let whatever this is grow naturally, without forcing it. When I think of you, I don’t feel rush. I feel calm. I feel grounded. Like something steady is forming, something worth protecting. You don’t have to be anything more than who you already are. Just know that you’re seen, you’re felt… and you matter to me in a very genuine way. I’m grateful for you. And I’m here — not just in words, but in presence.