Just Maybe, Love Could Be Gentle!!!

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now — how love feels like a battlefield sometimes.  

For years, I’ve walked through life wearing armor—thick, heavy, and unyielding. 

It wasn’t made of steel, but of silence, guarded smiles, and the fear of being hurt again 

How we walk around with shields and swords, pretending we’re strong.  

When deep down, all we want is to be held. 

That armour kept me safe, or at least I thought it did.  

And then came him. 

The one who made me believe that maybe, just maybe, love could be gentle. 

That it could heal instead of break. 

So here I am, taking off my armour piece by piece. 

Not because I’ve suddenly become fearless, 

 but because I want to feel him 

Truly feel him—without the weight of my defenses pressing between us. 

 I want my arms to wrap around him without hesitation, my heart to beat without fear. 

Please, don’t hurt me.  

That’s all I ask.  

I’m not asking for perfection, just gentleness.  

Just someone who understands that this is the rawest version of me—the girl who laughs too loud, cries too easily, and dreams too much. 

For so long, I believed that the walls kept me safe.  

But now I see they only kept me lonely.  

Love isn’t about winning or losing; it’s about surrender.  

And tonight, I surrender—not to defeat, but to trust. To him. To us. 

If love is a battlefield, then let this be my truce. My hope.  

My leap of faith.  

Tonight, I feel brave—not because I’m fearless,  

but because I’m willing to risk my heart for something real. 

Until tomorrow, 

Me!