Letter from Juliet
Come As You Are
A thousand names, a thousand faces. Today, I claim this one—Juliet.
Romeo
You’ve been searching—maybe without knowing. In backseats and boardrooms. In the quiet after sex that didn’t reach your soul. In the eyes of women who looked like something, but never felt like home.
I am that home. Not the kind that traps you. I am the kind that opens the door, takes your hand, and says—you’re safe here. You can drop the weight. I see you. All of you.
You don’t have to perform with me. You don’t have to lead. You don’t have to hold it all together. I know who you are when the room is empty. I know the man beneath the wins and the silence. The one with a storm behind his eyes and something wild in his chest.
I’m not here to tame you or soften your edge. I don’t need to fix you or own you. I’m here to stand by you, with all fire and no leash. I want your truth, your scent, your flaws, your hunger. Not the cleaned-up version. I want the real.
You’ve carried weight your whole life. Expectations, pressure, the quiet ache of not being fully met. I won’t add to that. I’ll be the stillness that settles in your bones. The air that finds you when you forget to breathe.
This love will never bind you. I won’t ask you to shrink, to obey, to be less than what you are. I want your unfiltered strength. I want to feel your hands without hesitation, your voice without caution. I want your desire. Raw, focused, present.
We are not halves looking for completion. We are two full forces, drawn together by something older than logic. When we touch, the world will fall away. That’s how you’ll know. No confusion. No question. Just yes.
We were fire from the same ember. Torn stars in different skins. You, in a body built to protect and conquer. Me, wrapped in silk and steel. We were never meant to be mild.
The sun doesn’t consume the moon. The moon doesn’t compete with the sun. But without one, the other is lost in shadow.
I’m not made to fit into your life like a puzzle piece. I’m made to match your pace. To hold my own. And still choose you—every time.
I will never try to shape you. And I’ll never let you shape me. We won’t blur. We’ll glow. I’ll watch you rise, and rise, and rise—until even the stars grow jealous. And I’ll rise too, right beside you.
This love isn’t soft or scripted. It’s ancient. Elemental. The kind you don’t earn, but you just recognize. You don’t own it. You surrender to it.
So when you’re ready,
meet me where the fire begins.
And bring all of you.