A Letter From Me, To My Person
Marriane, my baby… the one who feels like home even when I'm far from home.
There are moments with you that stay in my mind even on the quiet days. The way you smile with your whole face — slowly, softly, like you're letting me in. The way your eyes warm when you look at me, like you already know what I'm about to say. The way you end up making me laugh even when you're pretending to be serious.
We joke around, we tease each other, we call each other goat and ng'ombe, we have those silly "look in the mirror" moments — but underneath all that, there's a softness between us that I don't take for granted. Because behind every joke, there's real love. Behind every small insult, there's a deeper connection only we understand.
I love the way we hold each other. The way you fit perfectly in my arms, like you were meant to rest there. The way your body relaxes when I pull you closer. The quiet breathing. The warmth. The peace. Those moments feel like everything slows down, and it's just you and me learning each other again.
I love how we make memories — the pictures, the videos, the unplanned selfies, the late-night whispers, the way you hide your face when I hype you too much. Baby, you don't even realize how beautiful you are when you're not posing.
And the way we love each other… softly, naturally, with trust. The way you move when you're close to me. The way you look at me when you want me to understand you without words. Those private, quiet, intimate parts of us — they're some of the most beautiful moments of my life.
You have this way of making me feel appreciated, seen, wanted. I don't know how you do it — but I feel held by you, even in the small things. And I want you to know I see you too. I appreciate you too. I choose you too — in all the loud ways and all the quiet ones.
My baby, my HB… thank you for being soft with me. Thank you for being silly with me. Thank you for being real with me.
Always yours — in every way a man can be yours.