Baby She Offered Me Money To Leave You

Описание: Baby, She Offered Me Money to Leave You
Baby,
listen to me slowly,
because what I’m about to say
is heavier than silence
and louder than truth.
She came to me
with a smile that didn’t know my name,
with eyes that measured love
the way accountants measure loss.
She didn’t ask about your laugh,
or the way your voice finds me in the dark.
She didn’t ask how you fixed parts of me
I never knew were broken.
She asked a simpler question.
A colder one.
“How much will it take,” she said,
“for you to leave her?”
Money sat between us,
clean, crisp, confident—
as if love were a door
that opens with the right amount of cash.
Baby…
she thought I was for sale.
She thought my heart
was a rented room,
my promises temporary,
my soul negotiable.
She didn’t know
that I have already paid
for loving you—
with sleepless nights,
with fear,
with distance,
with hope that hurts
and faith that bleeds.
She slid numbers across the table
like they were magic spells.
She spoke of comfort,
of ease,
of a life without struggle.
She said,
“You could start over.”
But she didn’t understand—
you are not a chapter.
You are the book.
How do you explain to someone
that your name
is written on my breathing?
That leaving you
would mean leaving myself behind?
Baby,
I looked at that money
and saw how small it was.
Because how do you price
the way you say my name
like a prayer
you don’t want answered too fast?
How do you put a number
on the way you believe in me
even when I forget how?
She talked about futures,
but mine was already standing
right in front of me—
shaped like your smile,
strong like your silence,
real like your flaws.
I told her something simple.
“I’m already rich.”
She laughed.
She thought I was joking.
But baby,
I am rich in the way your heart
trusts mine.
Rich in every tear you never showed
anyone else.
Rich in the way you chose me
without guarantees.
She said,
“Everyone has a price.”
And that’s when I knew
how poor she really was.
Because love like ours
doesn’t live in wallets.
It lives in scars,
in patience,
in staying
when leaving would be easier.
Baby,
she offered me money to leave you,
but she didn’t know
I already spent my whole life
choosing you.
I remembered the nights
when the world felt heavy
and you were the only thing
that made it lighter.
I remembered promises
we made with no witnesses
except the stars.
I remembered how you stayed
when you could have walked away
with dignity and silence.
So how could I betray that
for paper and numbers?
She said,
“You’re making a mistake.”
But baby,
loving you
has never been a mistake.
It has been the bravest decision
I’ve ever made.
I walked away from that table
without touching the money.
It felt dirty—
like it had tried to touch you.
I came back to you
with empty hands
and a full heart.
Because I don’t want a life
that’s easier without you.
I want a life that’s real with you.
Let the world try to buy me.
Let temptation knock.
Let people misunderstand.
I will still stand here
and say your name
like it’s the only currency
I accept.
I Have You
I have you—
and some people will never understand
how that sentence can carry the weight of an entire universe.
I don’t mean possession.
I don’t mean chains or promises spoken too soon.
I mean the quiet miracle
of knowing that somewhere in this loud, restless world,
your heart leans toward mine
the way the moon leans toward the sea.
I have you
like dawn has the courage to return every morning,
even after the longest, darkest night.
I have you
like breath has faith in lungs
it has never seen.
Before you,
I was a man made of almosts.
Almost happy.
Almost brave.
Almost complete.
I smiled, yes—
but my smiles were missing something.
I laughed, yes—
but my laughter echoed back too quickly.
I loved, yes—
but love felt like a language
I spoke with an accent,
never fully fluent.
Then you came,
and suddenly the words made sense.
I have you
in the way my thoughts find you
without asking permission.
In the way your name appears
in my mind like a reflex,
like muscle memory,
like instinct.
I have you
in the way my hands remember
the idea of you,
even when you are not there.
I have you
in my silence—
because even when I say nothing,
you are still listening.
There are days
when the world is heavy,
when life feels like it is asking questions
I don’t know how to answer.
On those days,
I don’t need solutions.
I don’t need miracles.
I just need the truth
that somewhere,
you exist.
And that truth
is enough to keep me standing.
I have you
like the sky has stars
it doesn’t always show.
Even when clouds come,
even when storms arrive,
the stars are still there.
So are you.
You are not perfect.
Neither am I.
And that is exactly why this works.
I don’t have an illusion of you—
I have you.
Your contradictions.
Your moods.
Your soft days and sharp ones.
Your laughter that heals
and your silence that teaches me patience.
I have all of it.
And I choose it.
I have you
in my future,
not as a fantasy,
but as a direction.
When I imagine tomorrow,