I thought the darkness would scare you away.

I really did.

So I showed it to you.

Every doubt.

Every wound.

Every ending I had already written for us.

I handed you all the reasons to leave.

And then I waited.

Certain that this would be the moment you finally walked away.

But you didn’t.

You sat beside my fears

as though they were just another part of me.

And when I pushed you away,

you did not chase me.

You simply gave me space

and found your way back

when the silence had settled.

Now I wonder

if the thing I am afraid of

isn’t losing you.

But meeting someone

who sees the darkness

and stays anyway.