There’s a quiet kind of loyalty that doesn’t get talked about.

Not the ones who cheer the loudest, but the ones who don’t leave.
Who don’t disappear when the spark dims or when the room goes cold.
They don’t need credit. They just stay.

I think you’ve always wanted someone like that.
Not to solve everything—just… not to vanish.

Maybe that’s who I want to be for you.

Not flashy. Not perfect. But here.