Tatiana I: Love You

So here it is, plain and honest, no poetry to hide behind:

Loving you isn't a storm. It’s softer than that. It’s the way your hand finds mine under the table, automatic, like breathing. It’s the sound of you laughing from the other room, and me stopping everything just to listen. It’s the small, unspoken geography of us —the side of the bed you claim, the way you fold laundry, the exact pitch of your sigh when you’re tired. tatiana i love you

I whisper it sometimes, just to feel the shape of it on my tongue. Tatiana. Four syllables that feel like a secret and a song all at once. It’s the name I reach for in the dark, the one that turns a house into a home, a day into a reason. So here it is, plain and honest, no

Just that. Just always.

I love you not because you are perfect, but because with you, imperfection feels like grace. It’s the sound of you laughing from the