May I post it on my website?
Beauty In The Red Dress
You walked down that hallway
like you owned every quiet second in it.
Red dress speaking fluent confidence,
heels tapping Morse code to my chest.
And I’m not even staring at the fabric,
I’m studying the way you carry your name
like it’s sacred.
Beauty in the red dress,
I didn’t swipe right for a moment.
I swiped with intention.
Purpose in my thumb.
Clarity in my spirit.
Not lust.
Not boredom.
Not “let’s see where this goes.”
I swiped because something in your eyes
looked like home.
And let me explain that…
When I say I’m home,
I don’t mean a place.
I mean I’ve arrived at myself.
No games.
No half-truths.
No almosts.
I’m home in who I am.
And this,
this is where love is at.
Not the loud kind.
Not the performative kind.
But the kind where ordinary turns extraordinary
because two people decide
to be intentional.
You in that red dress?
That’s confidence.
But I’m more intrigued by the woman inside it.
The thoughts behind your silence.
The way you guard your heart like it’s fine art.
Let me be clear,
I’m not here to break in.
I’m here to knock.
Wait.
And earn entry.
Because intentional means
you don’t sit on the edge of my heart,
you sit in the middle.
Centerpiece.
Where everything circulates.
Where decisions are made.
Where love isn’t borrowed,
it’s built.
I want to know what makes you laugh
when no one’s watching.
What keeps you up at night.
What you prayed for and almost gave up on.
If you’ve been wishing for a love
that feels safe but still electric,
steady but still passionate..
soft but still powerful,
This is that.
This is where your heart gets to exhale.
Where being chosen feels natural,
not negotiated.
Beauty in the red dress,
I’m not chasing a fantasy.
I’m choosing a future.
And if you let me,
I won’t just admire you,
I’ll understand you.
Because love isn’t a spark.
It’s an experience.
And I’m here for the long conversation,
the inside jokes,
the growth,
the depth.
I’m home.
And if you’re listening closely,
you might realize
you’ve just found where love lives.
Home doesn’t have a roof,
It’s where in my arms where peace lives,
🥰❤️