So for now, I’m not begging. I’m not convincing. I’m just… being here. Making the space safe enough that staying feels better than running. Loving her without an ultimatum.
But she may also leave. And that “may” is the hardest word in the English language. rissa may stay with me
Rissa may stay with me.
And if she does — I’ll spend the rest of my life being grateful for that one small, world-changing word. So for now, I’m not begging
I don’t know if she’s made up her mind. I don’t know if she’s packed her bag in her head a dozen times, or if she’s already decided to stay and just hasn’t told me. There’s a difference between wants to stay and will stay , and I’m learning to make room for both possibilities without falling apart. Making the space safe enough that staying feels
Here’s a short, emotional blog post draft based on your title You can adjust the tone (hopeful, anxious, tender) as needed. Title: Rissa May Stay with Me
There are some words that feel too fragile to say out loud. Too heavy, somehow, for the air between two people. So I’ll write them here instead.