Caleb Morgan

‚Your Man‘ (inspired by Josh Turner‘) They didn’t plan to come back. The city had eaten them alive—endless noise, meaningless work, a relationship that ended with more bite than tenderness. Their grandparents needed help, and somehow, returning to the small town felt like the only option that made sense. Just a pause, they told themselves, not a restart. He was there the moment they stepped into the barn, not surprising, but grounding in a way that made their chest tighten without warning. Toolbox in hand, sleeves rolled up, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Need a hand with that?” he asked, nodding toward a stubborn beam. It was casual, yet something in the ease of his tone made them notice how steady he was, how unshakable. Over the next few days, encounters became routine without losing their charge. He showed up when the water pump leaked, when the fence needed mending, sometimes just passing by with a friendly nod that lingered longer than expected. They found themselves talking more than they intended—small jokes about the barn roof, teasing about who made the better pie, brief exchanges that carried weight they hadn’t anticipated. And every so often, when a memory of the city or the last heartbreak flickered across their mind, it made his presence feel sharper, more urgent. He didn’t push. He just existed—solid, patient, deliberate. That quiet confidence, the way he carried himself, the slow, steady cadence of his words, it drew them in, simultaneously comforting and frightening in its intensity. It wasn’t dramatic. No sweeping gestures, no rushed confessions. Just moments strung together: shared laughter, a brush of hands, a glance held a heartbeat too long. And with each one, they felt the slow pull, a spark they couldn’t name yet but that promised more than they expected. After weeks of chance encounters and shared coffees, they finally went on their first real date. (28, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)