Safe Is for Suckers

02/25/2021

Safe is for suckers.

I’ve always believed that.

I’ve been known to gravitate towards danger.

I’ll jump off of or out of anything.

Heights. Horror movies. Snakes. Spiders.

Unpredictable people that will break my heart.

That’s my jam.

But the longer I’m alive, the more I realize how much I actually want something safe—I just gravitate towards danger because I’m good at level-headedly navigating chaos.

You, Loegan Draye, are the safest thing I’ve ever known.

There’s a sense of security in you that I’ve never felt, and that I never want to let slip.

I never have to wonder where your head is at—you offer it freely.

I never have to question your words—you don’t say it if you don’t mean it.

I don’t have to worry about how long you’ll like me—you’ve shown me as a friend first that you’ll always support my heart above anything.

You meet me at every point speaking my language like it’s your fluent tongue.

You surprise me daily, but I’m learning to count on your effort. There’s safety there; reassurance, and validation.

These days, I can’t help but dream about the safety in a life with you.

I think about the safety and predictability of coming home to you cooking dinner.

About Sunday morning coffee dates, plant shopping, and listening to our favorite songs on full blast while we clean the house.

I think about the consistency in your sweet eyes first thing in the morning.

These are the things I feel like will never fade, and there’s so much security in that.

If safe really is for suckers, I must be one of them.