You Always Were
You are enough.
I know it feels strange.
Love that is; never expected
Now true.
To accept a love you never
felt before
And
H
O
N
E
S
T
L
Y
thought you’d never see.
The
cynic when it came to
love
A lot of us had come to be.
You always were; At least if you ask me.
Poet’s Note
This poem was written on 1/10/2026 for my partner, Kelsey. Day twenty’s poem stands for the kind of love that arrives after you have already decided not to believe in love anymore.
It is about what it feels like to be seen in a way you did not know was possible, and the quiet fear that comes with realizing something beautiful might actually be real. When you have lived long enough as a cynic, love does not enter loudly, it enters carefully, almost apologetically, and then somehow stays.
I kept the language open on purpose. Not because the love is vague, but because this kind of love belongs to more than just us. Anyone who has ever been surprised by tenderness, who has ever learned to trust what they were sure would never come, can step into these lines.
For me, though, it is always Kelsey; if not Kelsey l’ll be enough for me.


Say it. Don’t spray it.