But the love I feel for Sierra is different. It’s the rhythm of my heart, the air I breathe—it’s the love I hold closest. It’s simple, never fragmented, and it comes with only one condition: I’ll love her as long as she lets me, and probably forever after that—even if she doesn’t feel the same. This love isn’t about kisses or hand-holding or even sex. It’s something deeper, something that lives in my bones, earned through what I do, not just what I say.
