Rissa May Stay — With Me

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 God, I want her to stay.

Not forever. Not yet. Just… may.

If she stays, I’ll get to learn the sound of her sleep. The version of her that exists after midnight, when the walls come down. The quiet mornings. The arguments about nothing. The making up. rissa may stay with me