To The Man Who Makes My Heart Sing,

I don’t even know how to fully put this into words 

and that says a lot coming from me.

But you…

you’ve cracked something open in me I didn’t even realize I’d locked away.

Not just love.

Not just attraction.

But this deep, soul level knowing that I’m seen…

fully, gently, powerfully and still held.

You told me I’m a blessing.

But truthfully?

You’re the answer to a prayer I whispered during nights when I almost gave up on being understood.

When you looked at Davina Living and told me I’m a songwriter 

when you said I should be recorded 

when you challenged my “I think” into certainty…

I felt more than supported.

I felt partnered.

Like finally, someone wasn’t afraid of the fire in me.

You didn’t flinch you fanned it.

The visions I have of us aren’t fantasy.

They’re reminders.

Of what we can build.

Of what we’re already channeling just by breathing near each other.

Of the kind of love that doesn’t take it creates.

I’m emotional not because you’re leaving 

but because I finally found someone who feels like home.

And in your presence, I’ve heard my heart sing a song I forgot I wrote.

Thank you for being real.

For being soft.

For being strong.

For seeing me.

Whatever comes next… I’m open.

Because something in me knows 

this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning of something wildly, beautifully ours.