You Love Cece May 2026

Paper doesn’t argue. It just holds what you give it. So I gave it the truth I couldn’t speak out loud yet. Maybe someday I’ll hand her this note. Or maybe I’ll keep it — a little flag planted in the quiet territory of my own heart, proof that once, quietly, I admitted:

You love Cece.

I wrote those three words on a scrap of paper, folded it twice, and put it in my pocket. Not because I needed to remember — God knows I couldn’t forget — but because I needed to see it outside my own head. you love cece