I never thought I’d find safety in another person. I always thought safety was something you built for yourself, four walls, a locked door, a mind fortified against disappointment. Then you came along, and I realized safety isn’t always a place. Sometimes, it’s a person.
With you, I don’t second-guess every word. I don’t tiptoe around my own feelings. I don’t brace for rejection before I even finish a sentence. You’ve become the exhale I didn’t know I was holding in.
I didn’t go searching for a safe place. But somehow, I found one anyway. And it’s you.
Final Thought: Safety isn’t always built. Sometimes it’s found in someone’s presence.
Disclaimer: This is vulnerability in words. Handle it with care, not expectations.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	