You slipped into my life like a breath I didn't know I was holding, like a hush in the middle of chaos - a soft exhale at the edge of something sacred. No grand declarations, no crashing waves, just you, arriving like spring on winter's heels, quietly, gently, carrying with you the hush of hope and a heart still learning it deserves to be held. You didn't come to be perfect, you came to be real. And oh, how beautiful that is. You came with hands not asking for much, just a place to rest, a space to be seen, fully, tenderly, and to maybe, just maybe, be loved without needing to shrink. And so you gave me the most precious gift: you. The wonder of you - your soft-spoken courage, your trembling trust, your heart that still offers light even after every place that tried to dim it. You let me see the raw, the reaching, the real. You handed me your truth like a sacred thing, and asked only that I hold it with care. And I do, with reverence, with awe, with a love I never knew I was capable of. You are not a storm. You are the quiet after, the lull that makes the world feel safe again. Your love doesn't shout, it doesn't demand to be heard, it whispers. It wraps around me like dusk wraps the sky, soft and endless and sure. You calm every war I've ever waged with myself. You soften the sharpest parts of me just by being near. The gentleness in you is not fragile, it's sacred. A kind of strength the world doesn't recognize, but I do. I see the way you tiptoe through life, half-expecting to be too much, or not enough, or both. But here, you never have to shrink. Not a single piece of you needs to be hidden. You are a garden in full bloom, and I will always be the one who marvels at every petal, every scar, every wild and wondrous part of you. Thank you. For your softness. For you trust. For loving me not in fireworks, but in embers, quiet and enduring, the kind of love that stays. You are my shelter. My soft place to fall. The hush in my heart that tells me: you are safe now. With you, I am not just loved, I am understood. I am seen. I am healing. You are not simply part of my world. You are the stillness I didn't know I was aching for. The home I stopped believing I'd find. You are my Peace. My poetry. My forever hush in a world that never stops shouting. And I love you, so deeply, so completely, that even silence bends to listen.