i learned to read the weather in a glance,
to prep for storms that never had a chance.
old lessons whisper danger in her tone,
though all she offers is a calm, warm home.
my nerves still practice drills for coming fights,
when she just wants to share her quiet nights.
i hear a shout where only laughter grew,
translate kind intent into something blue...
these habits came from seasons built on fear,
they linger like a song i still can hear.
but now i test each echo for its truth,
and meet it with the evidence of youth:
"she doesn't trade in shadows or in games,"
"she names her feelings plainly, without flames..."
i try to set my armor on the floor:
"it's time to brace for cuddles, not for war..."
when doubts arrive in costumes from before:
"just check the facts instead of keeping score..."
her touch is proof the patterns are not there,
a living note that says: "she really, really cares..."
i walk more slowly through the thoughts i make,
let harsh conclusions soften and then break.
sure, the past has taught me how to guard my heart,
but... she is teaching me a finer art.
the day has come for you to power down...
but this... you've earned. so keep your crown...
you gave me a shot, i'll make sure it's not wasted.
you've protected me. in fact - you aced it.
the emotion engine is - once more - online...
and now... we can build. with our powers combined.