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MET HIM HALFWAY


Love on him—gently, like dawn meets the sky,
Hug him like silence when the world passes by.
Remind him he matters, he’s more than his pride,
That even the strongest break quiet inside.

Assure him, be still, hold his storms in your hand,
Not to fix every crack, just to help him withstand
Be patient—he’s growing, like you, in the dark,
Chasing his light with a flickering spark.

Pray for him softly, when words lose their way,
Let your heart kneel for him at the end of the day.
Cater to wounds he hides deep within,
Love isn’t weakness—it's where you begin.

He’s not a warrior without need for grace,
He’s a soul in a world that moves at a pace.
Just like you, he’s trying to breathe and believe,
To heal from the past, to dream and to grieve.

That 50/50—don’t let it feel small,
It’s how two hearts rise and never let fall.
Even if he could carry the weight of it all,
Let him lean too—love builds when we crawl.

So meet him halfway, with arms open wide,
Not behind or ahead, but right by his side.
Because love, real love, is not who gives more
It's standing as equals, and keeping the score.

- Vaishnavi Dhamodharan 

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