to tell you the truth, i don't have much to offer. i'm not someone with grand gestures or perfect words, and i know i can't give you everything the world expects. but i'll still give you everything i have, even if it's small, even if it comes from the tired parts of me. ill offer you the pieces of myself i hide from everyone else, my thoughts, my worn-out strength, my quiet kind of love that doesn't always know how to speak but always knows how to stay. i'll give you the moments i don't give anyone, the soft parts of my heart, the honesty i'm afraid to show, the comfort i find in your presence even when i don't say it out loud. i'll give you the kind of company that sits with you in silence, the kind of loyalty that doesn't fade when things get heavy, the kind of care that keeps showing up even when i'm carrying my own storms. i can only love you with the kind of heart i have, quiet, honest, and all-in. and i hope, somehow, that's enough.