Slow Burn Poetry

A Life — Not Just a Dream

for the kind of love that shows up—and stays

I see you in all the things I do—

and no, it’s not just because I miss you.

But this time,

this space,

made me realize something—

how much I want to be with you.

I see you in my day to day,

even in the things I don’t say.

I see you when my mind is busy,

moving through the motions—

yet somehow,

it still saves a space for you.

I do want you in my every day,

but I also want consistency.

I want us,

but I also want what comes with it.

All of us.

All of you.

All of me.

I want the dates,

I want the time.

I want the highs and the lows.

I want to be someone you can count on—

someone you know you can hold.

But I also need to know

I’m being held the same.

I want this to be healthy.

I want to give you all that I can—

and I know what I can give is real.

Because to me,

you are a dream come true.

But I’ve learned—

love isn’t just about dreaming.

It’s about choosing,

showing up,

and building something that lasts.

And if we ever get this right—

it won’t just be a dream.

It’ll be a life.

The kind we both deserve.

And I know what I can give—

I just won’t give it where it isn’t met.

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