I didn’t plan to love you,
it happened in the small, bright ways:
the way your laugh lifted a room,
the way your courage showed up on quiet days.
You don’t need perfect words to matter;
you already do, just as you are.
But I’ll walk beside you, poem by poem,
until your voice shines like a star.
This isn’t just kindness, or time I lend,
this is love, and you are my friend.
Not because I should, or must, or ought,
but because you’re you, and that means a lot.

8/2/2026
Tim, help. please tell me where I find the wow factor short stories of the week so I can pick one. Rachelle's busy, Katharine and then erase this if you can.