I have a gift meant only for you.
It’s not something expensive, not something extravagant, but something I’ve kept in my heart for a long time. A gift that can’t be wrapped in paper, tied with ribbon, or placed in a box—because it’s made of feelings, of tenderness, of everything I want to give you.
But to make this gift complete, I need to borrow your arms—to use as wrapping paper.
Because only when it’s held in your embrace can this gift truly be given. Only when you open your arms will I have the courage to place in them all the love I’ve been holding. And only when you gently hold me close will I know that my gift has been received with your whole heart.
You don’t need to guess what the gift is.
Because if you listen long enough, if you look deep enough into my eyes, you’ll know: it’s me—my presence, my trust, my wish to be by your side, for no reason other than you.
Your arms don’t need to be strong or wide.
Just warm enough to make me feel safe.
Just real enough so I don’t have to pretend.
Just close enough so I don’t have to say too much—because sometimes, love only needs a hug to be understood.
I have a gift meant only for you.
And if you’re willing to lend me your arms, I’ll give it all—without hiding, without hesitation, without fear.
Because I know this gift only has meaning when it’s placed in the right place—your heart.
