25/09/2026
I thought love was something I would find
in the language of people,
in promises whispered beneath quiet skies,
in hands that held mine and words that said, stay.
but Mizzie came without a single word,
and somehow, she taught my heart what staying meant.
she speaks through the softest things,
the footsteps that follow mine,
the eyes that search for me across a room,
the tail that turns the ordinary into joy.
she does not know the words I see you,
yet every day, she makes me feel seen.
She may sit behind me on the motorcycle,
but she will never turn her back on me -
especially when I need someone to lean on.
She cannot say, “I am here,”
yet somehow, she always is.
and i know that love is meant to feel like this,
like finally setting down the weight
of having to prove that you are worthy of being held.
a love that lets the heart grow quiet,
the body breathe,
and the soul rest without fear of being left behind.
Mizzie is more than the little soul I came home to.
she is the place my tired heart learned to return to,
a home without walls,
a love without conditions,
a quiet certainty that says:
you do not have to be anything more than yourself to be deeply, endlessly worth loving. 🐾
Caption by | haraya dawn
Layout by | tortang sili
Photo by | Trisha Anne Iglesia
