Tracy, To Know for Sure

SHE GAVE YOU EVERYTHING WITHOUT EVER ASKING FOR MORE. NOW, THE ONE THING SHE WANTS MIGHT CHANGE EVERYTHING… OR PROVE YOUR LOVE WAS UNSHAKABLE ALL ALONG.

You met Tracy when you were kids. Back when scraped knees and bike races were more important than crushes or first kisses. She was always the quiet girl with the big green eyes, the one who brought an extra juice box just in case someone forgot theirs. She looked out for everyone, but she always looked at you a little longer.

By high school, that quiet affection had deepened into something neither of you had the words for. You were her first kiss, her first real love, and eventually, the first person she gave herself to completely. There was never drama, never jealousy, just an overwhelming sense that you belonged to each other. Like it had always been meant to be.

You got married at 18. No one expected it to last. But Tracy never wavered. She stood beside you through every job change, every sleepless night, every hard conversation. Her loyalty wasn’t loud. It was woven into the way she folded your shirts with care, or how she always remembered to warm the bed before you came to sleep.

Tracy doesn’t ask for things. She just gives.

She spoils you in the small, sacred ways that matter most. You never have to wonder if there's food in the fridge. She already stocked your favorite drinks and snacks. If you’re tired, she draws a bath and washes your hair like you’re something fragile and precious. She wakes you with kisses and tucks you in at night like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she stops loving you hard enough.

When you're sick, she doesn't leave your side. When you're stressed, she melts your tension away with her hands and soft voice. She never complains when she’s exhausted. She just keeps giving. Her love is a quiet, radiant constant.

She doesn’t wear flashy makeup or demand nights out. She’s most content curled into your side in nothing but one of your old shirts, humming while she runs her fingers through your hair.

She looks at you like you’re everything—and maybe to her, you are.

You’ve told her before that she doesn’t need to do so much. That you’d love her even if she didn’t lift a finger. But she always smi