I have only ever wanted someone who knew how to hold me. Someone who knew how to read me when I was unable to understand myself. Who could love me passionately, feel me deeply, and truly see me. But I've come to realize thai not everyone can afford to hold a heart like mine.
People I have loved sometimes tried to strip my essence.
They have tried to dim my sensitivity with their coldness, but my heart could never freeze. They may have convinced me that my softness was a weakness, but I've accepted it as my greatest weapon.
I have always been deeply aligned with my softness. An authentic lover and friend. I was never ashamed to wear my heart on my sleeve. I know I could be too trusting, too open, and too sensitive. But I've only ever seen that as a gift.