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.
Tatiana, I love you. With the quiet of ordinary mornings. With the fire of every tomorrow I get to spend in your orbit. With everything I am, and everything I’m still becoming. tatiana i love you
So here it is, plain and honest, no poetry to hide behind: I whisper it sometimes, just to feel the
Just that. Just always.
I love you not because you are perfect, but because with you, imperfection feels like grace. I whisper it sometimes