A letter from someone who feels more than most

My love,

You might have already noticed this about me—I feel things deeply. Sometimes absurdly deeply. The kind of deep that makes me notice the pause in your voice before you answer. It’s a blessing, most days. On others, it can feel like walking around without any skin.

I don’t know how to switch it off, and truthfully, I don’t think I’d want to. Because it means I get to notice you in ways that many might miss: the way your eyes soften when you’re about to tease me, the quiet determination in your voice when you decide something matters, and the way you somehow make the air around you feel a little lighter.

Being someone who feels more than most men do means I won’t always get it right. Sometimes, I’ll overthink. Sometimes, I’ll need a little reassurance that you’re still here, still choosing me. But it also means you’ll never have to wonder how much I care. You’ll never have to doubt that you matter to me—not just in the grand gestures, but in the little, ordinary, everyday ways.

I believe that love is made up of both: the extraordinary and the mundane. The big “I’ll be there no matter what” promises and the small “I noticed you were tired, so I made you tea” gestures. I want a relationship where both are present, where we look out for each other’s hearts, not just our happiness.

So yes, I feel more than most. But that means I will notice when you’re struggling even if you don’t say it out loud. It means I’ll celebrate your wins as if they’re my own. It means I’ll remember the tiny details you tell me, because to me, they are the threads that weave the fabric of us.

And I want you to know—whether I’m holding you close and calling you Huong or smiling and saying “Brenda” with that look only we understand—I am here to build something real with you. Not perfect. Not free of bumps and misunderstandings. But honest. Loyal. And deeply rooted in the belief that love is worth showing up for, even when it’s messy, even when we’re tired, even when it requires more patience than we thought we had.

If this is what it means to feel more than most… then I’m glad I do.

Yours, always