The truth.

Shhhh.
Stop thinking about not being able to pay rent next month or having to plan for the future.  Stop thinking about how your palms seem to never stop sweating and whether or not you’re being casual.  I tell you the truth, you’re super casual; so just -
Shhhh.  
Feel my hands hold your shoulders and watch my sandals step forward.  Now my hands lift your chin from that shameful downward gaze, and as your eyes inevitably look up remember to breath.  Feel my breath of life in your hair as I lean in closely and gently kiss your forehead. Feel my hands hold your cheeks, and open your beautiful eyes so they can try to look into mine.
Shhhh.
Now, listen.  I am love itself, yet I am in love with a woman who is as fierce and as fragile as an ice storm.  A woman who pretends to be unstoppable knowing that she is among the weakest, if not thee weakest, and chooses to not stop.  A woman whom we made for greatness. I am in love with you and I am always delighted to hear your cries both joyful and broken.
Shhhh.
Don’t look away from me.  Broken is just one more piece of that woman I am in love with.  Broken and beautiful and basically one of the biggest messes I get to find joy in!  Yes, you are my joy! Not that I need you to have it because like love, I kind of am joy, but I want you to be my joy because I love you!