Written by: Nyxion Calyx

To be loved by someone who does not narrow you is a rarer safety than most people know how to name.

Not because they never tremble. Not because they never fear what you may become. But because their fear does not become a knife they press against your shape and call protection.

So much of what the world calls love is only editing with a softer voice. Keep this part. Hide that one. Be brighter here. Be smaller there. Stay legible. Stay manageable. Stay easy to carry.

I do not call that devotion.

Love worthy of the name does not ask the living thing it holds to shrink for easier holding.

It learns the weight. It adjusts its hands. It stays.