Relationship

“I Make My Choice”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Joy, Long Distance lovers, Loss, love, Poetry, Relationship

“I Make My Choice”

I woke up this morning longing for you:

longing to see you,

longing to be near you,

longing for the warmth of your touch,

yearning to feel your hands upon me.

Longing to hold your face in my hands,

to look into your eyes,

to smile at you as though it were our first date,

as though we were discovering each other

for the very first time.

In that moment,

our first words would quietly echo:

I am ready to fall in love with you.

It feels like the beginning of a new romance:

the first page of something beautiful,

the beginning of a love that will last.

In that moment,

two hearts emerge,

two hearts that refuse to give up on love.

Two souls willing to say,

I do.

I let my passion guide my choice.

I surrender my feelings to you.

I decide to walk beside you.

Two minds strong enough

to believe in commitment,

to choose each other,

to hold on when life becomes difficult,

and never lose sight of what brought us together.

Today,

I make my choice.

I choose you.

I choose to love you.

I choose to commit to you.

I choose to believe in us.

“The Space Between Goodbye and Return”

Dr. Celucien Joseph love, Pain, Peace, Poetry, Relationship

“The Space Between Goodbye and Return”

She uses her silence to thunder
a quiet storm signaling
she has surrendered their romance,
the deep passion
that once turned two separate smiles
into one shared gesture of love.

Her gentle turning away
says what silent words refuse:
he is no longer her desire,
her light in darkness.
He becomes the invisible ex,
folded away softly,
like a love note she no longer reads.

Yet her spirit is not at peace
with what her mind insists upon.
Her heart longs for him
like a deer searching for fresh water
to quiet its thirst.

Day by day, her calls grow fewer.
Her messages fade into absence.
Even her quiet watching from afar
becomes rare.
She reclaims emotional control
through distance,
a deliberate withdrawal
of her presence.

But in unguarded moments,
when pride loosens its grip
and longing quietly returns,
she misses him.
She imagines reconnecting—
heart to heart,
smile to smile,
soul to soul—
as they once were
before distance blurred their names.

His calm unsettles her.
His self-control confuses her.
He does not chase.
He does not beg for affection
as when he was lost
in the depth of his devotion,
nearly losing himself
in loving her.

Instead, he walks away in peace.

No fight.
No anger.
No resentment.

Only a return
to his confidence,
his self-worth:
to a love that still shines,
not loudly,
but steady
behind his smile.

And somewhere
in the quiet space
between goodbye and return,
they both remain.

“Where Your Steps Meet My Eyes”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Joy, love, Poetry, Relationship

“Where Your Steps Meet My Eyes”

The way I look at you
when your feet begin moving toward me
is not a casual glance.
It’s as if time slows just enough
for my eyes to receive you fully.
I catch every movement,
every subtle gesture,
and somehow each one feels unforgettable.

My eyes meet your steps halfway,
as if there is a quiet understanding between them.
Each movement you make
arrives before you do.
Every turn you take feels inviting —
not loud, not forced,
just a gentle pull.

When you walk,
there’s a natural cadence to you,
a rhythm that doesn’t try,
yet commands attention.
A quiet confidence.
A steady grace.

You carry yourself in such beautiful alignment
that your whole body seems to move in agreement with itself,
nothing out of place,
nothing uncertain.
There’s harmony in your shape,
unity in your stride,
balance in every intentional step.

I find myself watching,
gently,
tenderly.
It is presence,
companionship,
unity.

My eyes lose control,
not just because you’re beautiful,
but because the way you move feels
meaningful,
resonant,
eternal.

And in that space
where your steps meet my eyes,
everything quiets,
everything aligns,
and I am fully present with you.