That night felt heavier than most.
He wasn’t his usual calm self, something in his voice told me he’d been carrying too much alone.
And I realized that I couldn’t just be someone on the other end of the call anymore.
I wanted to be his.
Up until then, I’d been afraid to name what we had.
It all felt too soon, too fragile like saying it out loud might break it.
But while I was sitting there, listening to him breathe through the pauses and trying to find the right words, something in me shifted.
I remember thinking: If it wasn’t love, I wouldn’t be here at 2 a.m. trying to hold him together.
If it wasn’t love, I wouldn’t care this much.
So I said it.. quietly, honestly.
“Yes, my baby… we are in a relationship. I’m yours.”
For a second there was silence, and then his voice softened in that way that always makes me feel safe.
I could almost hear the relief in his smile.
That’s when I knew: this wasn’t a maybe anymore.
It was real.
Since that call, everything has felt a little lighter not perfect, not easy, but ours.
And every time he says “I love you,” it reminds me of that night when I finally said it back.
💭 “Sometimes love doesn’t begin with fireworks.
Sometimes it begins with a tired voice, a late-night call, and the decision to stay.”
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