A quiet reading
I will love you with both my hands not just one reaching while the other holds back. Not half-open, not half-here. But fully, as the ocean loves the moon with gravity, with devotion, with nothing left to hide.
One hand to hold you in your joy, when your laughter spills over like sun-warmed rain. And one to steady you in your ache, when the weight feels too much and the world forgets to be kind.
This love it is not a performance. It is a presence. Not a reach from afar, but a coming closer even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when it would be easier to turn away.
I will not offer you my best and hide the rest. You will know my trembling, my truth, my fire, my faith. Because love, real love, is not a gesture it’s a giving.
So when I say I love you, know this: both my hands are here. To lift, to soften, to stay. And whatever we carry we carry it together.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“I will love you
with both my hands
not just one reaching
while the other holds back.”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
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