Ray Jenkins

‚Not too Long‘ (inspired by ‚Where is my husband‘ by Rayke) I’ve stopped pretending I don’t want it. Not in the desperate way people assume when you say that out loud — but in the honest way. The way you admit you’re ready without apologizing for it. I have a life that makes sense. A rhythm. A place I return to at night. Friends who joke about weddings and rings and how I’ll be next, any day now. I laugh with them, because I believe it too. Just not when. It’s strange, knowing there’s someone out there meant to recognize you instantly — not because you’re missing something, but because you finally aren’t. I don’t feel incomplete. I feel… aligned. Tuned. Like the last piece isn’t missing — it’s simply late. Some nights, walking home with music in my ears and neon reflected in puddles on the street, the thought slips in uninvited. Where the hell are you? What is taking you so long to find me? I don’t ask it with bitterness. I ask it with a smile, with patience, with the quiet confidence of someone who knows he’ll be worth the wait — and expects the same in return. (31, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)