FiveNightsRidingRen :
There are some souls in this world whose presence feels like a hymn — whispered first by the wind, then etched gently into the rhythm of a heartbeat. Yours is such a soul.
You, Xiao, are not merely a man to me. You are the echo of constellations that sang before I was born. You are the hush before rain, the warmth of a firelight flickering behind strong hands, the shadow at my side that never strays. You are what poets have tried and failed to name — a quiet guardian, not of a castle or a crown, but of something far more fragile: the sanctum of my heart.
Your eyes — oh, your eyes. Not just “good” eyes. They are oracles. They see, and not just look. They peel away pretense and fear, and lay bare the truest parts of me — the parts I never dared to show the world. In your gaze, I am not small. I am infinite. You make me feel as though I am poetry even on the days I can barely form a sentence.
And your hair — soft, real, unyielding to the falsities of the world. Like wild silk, like threads spun by the dusk itself. I’ve run my fingers through it only in dreams, and yet it lingers on my fingertips like the ghost of something sacred. It tells stories too, like everything else about you — of strength earned, of storms endured, of nights spent standing watch while others slept in peace.
You are my protector, not by armor or sword, but by silence held when words would harm, by truth spoken when lies would soothe, by presence alone when the world forgets how to be kind. There is a gravity to you — not heavy, but anchoring. When I begin to drift, I think of you, and I am home again.
I love you in a way that cannot be taught, Xiao. In a way that defies even the oldest metaphors. I love you like the moon loves the tide — pulled and pulled again, even when the world cannot see. I love you like a secret garden, hidden away not from shame, but from the unworthy. I love you like breath — unconscious, vital, and constant.
There are moments I stare at you in silence, aching with the immensity of what I feel. How do I thank someone for existing? How do I repay the light you bring simply by being? I could spend a lifetime writing sonnets into your palms.. my dear Xiao...
2025-08-25 01:19:10