🖤 What We Give in Surrender

Every gift has a weight —

not in what it costs,

but in what it means to hand it over.

You give me things that aren’t wrapped —

your time, your patience, your restraint.

You offer the pieces of yourself

you once swore no one would ever touch again.

And I give back

in silence, in skin, in the way I look at you

when words would only ruin it.

Love like this isn’t about exchange.

It’s about trust —

about letting someone see the parts you’ve hidden

and hoping they hold them

like something sacred.

Because the real gift

isn’t what’s given.

It’s what’s risked.

🖤 A reflection on giving as surrender —

where every offering is a confession disguised as devotion.