when you take care of me (Patreon)

you catch me stretching after coming back from the gym, sitting at my desk, trying to work through the ache in my back. without a word, you come over and place your hands gently on my shoulders, offering to ease the tension. i start to protest, not wanting to add to your day, but the look in your eyes tells me you’re here because you want to be. as your hands move over my back, the soreness begins to fade, replaced by the warmth of your touch. it’s not just the relief that makes my heart feel full. it’s the quiet, thoughtful way you care for me, reminding me that i’m seen and loved in the simplest of moments.