"What Am I to You?"
***This is not a question thrown in haste, nor a plea seeking fleeting reassurance. It is a reflection of our presence in the hearts of others, in the spaces we occupy within them—whether warm or those that have grown cold. It is not a question meant solely for a lover to their beloved, nor a wife to her husband, nor even a mother to her child… It is a question that echoes in every bond woven from the threads of emotion, in every connection searching for a meaning that goes beyond words.
What am I to you? Am I the child who seeks refuge in his mother's embrace when fear grips him? The sister who stands beside her brother when life storms against him? The friend who stakes everything on our friendship despite life's uncertainties? What am I to you when I speak, when I fall silent, when I am beside you… or when I am gone?
Now, in this very moment, ask the one you are speaking to, the one you are calling, or the one sleeping beside you. Do not tell me what others see, do not dress the truth in elaborate words… Say it to me as you feel it, in its simplicity, in its honesty.
We no longer seek polished promises, nor love packaged for display. We seek something deeper—the warmth that sneaks through in a fleeting touch, in a glance that carries more than lips can ever say, in an embrace that speaks the words left unspoken. We seek love that is seen, not merely spoken. Presence that is felt, not just declared.
So show me, show me your love. Let me see it in the tremor of your voice when you say my name, in a light touch, in an unguarded laugh, in a kiss upon my forehead, in an embrace that frees me from the burdens of the world, in a playful stroke through my hair, in a silent pat on my shoulder, in a tap on my nose, in a quiet moment where our hearts speak louder than words.
Show me your love… and answer me truthfully,what am I to you?