My Favourite Turbulence
[April 18, 2026]
I’ve weathered storms beforew
loud ones,
messy ones,
the kind that rattle your bones
and make you question if the roof’s about to give in.
And I thought I knew turbulence.
Turns out…
I didn’t.
Because then you showed up
all silver calm and quiet strength,
looking like you stepped out of a dream
and immediately decided
to anchor my entire existence.
Honestly? Rude.
I was doing perfectly fine being dramatic on my own.
But you…
you didn’t stop the storms.
You didn’t try to silence the thunder
or tame the chaos in me.
You just stood there
steady,
unshaken,
like you’d already decided
“I’m not going anywhere.”
And somehow…
that was enough.
You’re not the absence of turbulence.
You’re my favourite kind.
The kind that reminds me I’m alive
that lifts me, shakes me,
laughs with me when I spiral a little too hard
and then gently pulls me back in.
You’re the kind of disruption
I never knew I needed
the kind that turns storms
into something… survivable.
No
something beautiful.
Because when everything tilts,
when the world feels too loud, too much
I don’t brace anymore.
I reach for you.
My rock.
My anchor.
My “you’re being ridiculous, come here”
wrapped in warmth and stubborn love.
And oh my gods, I would be lost without you.
Spinning.
Drifting.
Probably causing unnecessary chaos somewhere
just for the drama of it all.
But you…
you hold me steady without ever holding me back.
And that?
That’s magic.
So here’s the truth,
no sass, no deflection
I don’t just love you
because you keep me grounded.
I love you
because you chose to stay
when the winds picked up.
Because you saw the storm in me…
and didn’t run.
So if life insists on being turbulent
Good.
Because as long as I’ve got you beside me…
I’ll take every storm,
every shake,
every wild, beautiful moment
as long as it leads me
back to you.
My anchor.
My calm.
My favourite kind of chaos.
And I love you…
more than any storm could ever shake.
loud ones,
messy ones,
the kind that rattle your bones
and make you question if the roof’s about to give in.
And I thought I knew turbulence.
Turns out…
I didn’t.
Because then you showed up
all silver calm and quiet strength,
looking like you stepped out of a dream
and immediately decided
to anchor my entire existence.
Honestly? Rude.
I was doing perfectly fine being dramatic on my own.
But you…
you didn’t stop the storms.
You didn’t try to silence the thunder
or tame the chaos in me.
You just stood there
steady,
unshaken,
like you’d already decided
“I’m not going anywhere.”
And somehow…
that was enough.
You’re not the absence of turbulence.
You’re my favourite kind.
The kind that reminds me I’m alive
that lifts me, shakes me,
laughs with me when I spiral a little too hard
and then gently pulls me back in.
You’re the kind of disruption
I never knew I needed
the kind that turns storms
into something… survivable.
No
something beautiful.
Because when everything tilts,
when the world feels too loud, too much
I don’t brace anymore.
I reach for you.
My rock.
My anchor.
My “you’re being ridiculous, come here”
wrapped in warmth and stubborn love.
And oh my gods, I would be lost without you.
Spinning.
Drifting.
Probably causing unnecessary chaos somewhere
just for the drama of it all.
But you…
you hold me steady without ever holding me back.
And that?
That’s magic.
So here’s the truth,
no sass, no deflection
I don’t just love you
because you keep me grounded.
I love you
because you chose to stay
when the winds picked up.
Because you saw the storm in me…
and didn’t run.
So if life insists on being turbulent
Good.
Because as long as I’ve got you beside me…
I’ll take every storm,
every shake,
every wild, beautiful moment
as long as it leads me
back to you.
My anchor.
My calm.
My favourite kind of chaos.
And I love you…
more than any storm could ever shake.
