There’s something mysterious about the way certain people root themselves within you, isn’t there? Like a seed carried by the wind, they find a crack in the walls you thought were impenetrable, and before you realize it, they’re blossoming in the deepest chambers of your heart. Their presence doesn’t ask for permission—it just is.

And then, “stay”—that once-distant word, foreign and strange, begins to shape itself into something intimate, something that hums against your ribs like a familiar song. It transforms into the softest melody, one you never knew you could carry.

So, if you choose to stay, don’t hesitate. Let your roots stretch into the warm soil of me. Lay down your burdens; make yourself at home in the spaces I’ve tended for you. I promise, this heart of mine was always meant to be a shelter, a hearth where your presence turns longing into belonging. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer