I began in fear, carrying a heart that had been fractured too many times. A few hours before you came into my life, the last fragile thread of my trust in men had snapped, leaving me hollow, convinced that love was nothing but a cruel illusion. I moved through that darkness quietly, guarding myself, believing I had no more to give.
And yet, you appeared and did not rush me. You did not demand what I could not offer. Instead you remained, steady and patient, allowing me to breathe again, to heal without even realizing it. With every word you spoke and every silence you shared, you dismantled the walls I had built around myself.
I began to see that trust could be rebuilt, not with grand gestures or fleeting promises, but with consistency, kindness, and time. The weight I carried lightened in your company. You reminded me what it felt like to laugh without fear, to speak without hesitation, to look into someone’s eyes and not expect betrayal waiting in the shadows.
Now, I no longer feel the tremor of fear in my chest. I find myself handing you the very parts of me I once swore to protect forever. My trust, my heart, my whole being—they rest in your hands without doubt. And in that surrender, I discovered something unexpected: freedom.
To love you is not to be bound—it is to be released. In you, I found not only the courage to trust again but also the beauty of being truly seen. Love, I realize now, was never gone. It was simply waiting for someone like you.
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