please understand me

Baby, it hurts in a way I do not know how to explain when you look at me like my love has a hidden meaning, like my silence is a lie, like my eyes could ever be searching for someone else when my whole world keeps finding its way back to you. Maybe I made mistakes in the way I spoke, but please believe this one thing: I never carried wrong intentions for you. I am not perfect, I am not always easy to understand, and sometimes my words come out smaller than the love inside me, but my heart has never been casually wandering away from you. It has been here, scared of losing you, tired of being misunderstood, still trying to prove that what I feel is not temporary, not shallow, not a game, but something deep enough to make even my ego go quiet.

You mean the world to me in the most literal, painful, beautiful way. You are not just someone I love when things are soft; you are the person my heart keeps choosing even when everything feels heavy, even when I do not know how to defend myself without sounding like I am fighting you. I wish you could step inside me for one minute and see how much space you take up there: your smile, your anger, your tears, your little habits, your voice, and the way you live inside every quiet part of me. I do not want anyone else, baby. I do not want a story where you are unsure of your place in my life. You are my home, my softness, my ache, my everything, and if I have failed to make you feel that clearly, then I am sorry from the deepest part of me.