Not forever. Not yet. Just… may.
May.
So for now, I’m not begging. I’m not convincing. I’m just… being here. Making the space safe enough that staying feels better than running. Loving her without an ultimatum. rissa may stay with me
Rissa may stay with me.
I’ve started noticing the small things differently. The way her coffee mug sits on the counter — not quite next to mine, but closer than it used to be. The extra toothbrush in the bathroom that isn’t a guest anymore. The way she sighs when she walks through the door, like maybe this is the place she’s been trying to get to all day. Not forever