something soft is blooming... but I’m scared

lately… I’ve been getting to know this incredible girl.

she treats me like I’m made of stars, like I deserve softness just for existing.
it’s new. it’s delicate. it feels like something precious I haven’t held in a long time — maybe ever.

and yet… I feel afraid.
not because of her — but because of me.
because I know what it’s like to give my heart and end up broken.
I know what it’s like to feel used, to be just a temporary warmth for someone who never planned to stay.

I don’t want to be hurt again.
I don’t want to be someone’s healing only to be left empty.
and I never want to hurt someone else.
so sometimes… I feel like hiding.
like curling into myself and pushing the world away before it can even try to touch me.

but she’s patient.
she’s gentle.
and that makes it even scarier.
because maybe this time, it could be different.

I’m learning how to hold space for good things — even when they scare me.
even when my instinct is to run.

so… if you’re reading this thank you for holding this soft, messy part of me.
I don’t know where this path goes, but right now, I’m walking it carefully… heart in hand.