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Don't angry my baby your gift is ready

Don’t be angry, my baby… Please don’t let your beautiful heart storm against me tonight. I know the silence between us felt longer than forever, I know my late reply felt like neglect, I know your eyes may have filled with questions You were too proud to ask. But listen to me now— Come sit in the quiet of my words. Rest your head against the rhythm of my apology. Because your gift is ready. And it is not just wrapped in paper— It is wrapped in patience, In late-night thoughts, In the way I whispered your name Like a secret prayer. Don’t be angry, my baby. You know I never meant to hurt you. If I ever caused a crack in your smile, Let me be the one who seals it with kisses. If my absence made your heart feel small, Let me return and build it into a palace again. Your gift is ready— Not just something I bought, Not just something I chose from a shelf. No. It is something I prepared With trembling excitement. It carries the scent of the future Where you and I wake up together Without fear, without distance, Without misunderstandings hiding in the corners. I imagined your reaction a thousand times. Will you smile softly? Will you pretend not to care, Then secretly hold it close? Will your eyes sparkle like they do When you try not to show happiness But fail beautifully? Don’t be angry, my baby. Anger does not suit your gentle face. It steals the warmth from your cheeks. It makes your silence heavy, And I miss your laughter more than anything When you go quiet. Your laughter is my favorite sound. It beats every song. It outshines every melody. If I could bottle it, I would carry it everywhere To remind myself What heaven sounds like on earth. Your gift is ready, my love. And inside it— There is a letter. A letter where I wrote All the things I struggle to say out loud. Because sometimes my voice shakes When I try to explain How much you mean to me. In that letter, I wrote about the first time I realized you were different. How your presence felt like destiny Casually walking into my life. How your eyes held stories I wanted to read for the rest of my life. I wrote about the future too. About mornings where I wake before you Just to watch you sleep. About cooking for you badly And laughing when we burn the food together. About arguing over silly things And making up before the day ends. Don’t be angry, my baby. Every moment without your smile Feels like a cloudy sky without sunlight. You are my warmth. My comfort. My unexpected miracle. If I ever made you doubt that, Then forgive me. Because the truth is simple— I choose you. Not once. Not twice. But every single day. Your gift is ready, my love. But the biggest gift I have Is not in the box. It is my loyalty. My promise. My stubborn decision To stay. Stay when things are easy. Stay when things are hard. Stay when misunderstandings knock. Stay when the world becomes loud And confusing. Don’t be angry, my baby. Come back into my arms. Let my heartbeat remind you That you are safe here. That my love for you Is not temporary emotion— It is permanent intention. Your gift is ready. And when you open it, I hope you see Not just an object, But the reflection of how carefully I hold your heart. I imagined tying the ribbon slowly, Smiling like a fool Thinking of you. Because even the act of preparing it Made me feel closer to you. You are not just someone I love. You are the reason I try to become better. When you’re upset, It hurts more than I admit. When you’re distant, The world feels incomplete. Don’t be angry, my baby. If I could, I would kneel in front of you Not out of weakness, But out of devotion. Because loving you Is not pride— It is gratitude. Your gift is ready. But before you open it, Open your heart again. Let the walls fall. Let the doubts fade. Let the softness return. I don’t want perfect days. I don’t want fairy tales. I just want real love— The kind that survives moods, Survives silence, Survives storms. And you, my love, Are worth surviving everything for. Don’t be angry, my baby. Smile again. Look at me the way you used to— With trust shining brighter than fear. Because your gift is ready… And so is my promise To love you louder, To listen better, To hold you tighter, And to never let small misunderstandings Create big distances. Come here. Let me wipe away the last trace of anger From your beautiful face. Your gift is ready. But the greatest gift Will always be this— A heart that beats your name Even when you are upset. Even when you turn away. Even when you pretend not to care. Don’t be angry, my baby. Because I am yours. Completely. Truly. And forever preparing Little surprises Just to see you smile again.