My man puts me on a pedestal, and I let him. It’s not about pride or arrogance; it’s about knowing that he truly sees me. In his eyes, I am something special, something worth admiring. I can’t help but feel a warmth spread through me every time I see that look in his eyes. You know, it’s easy to be…
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He’s like an anchor, grounding me, but in the most liberating way. It’s as if he’s whispering, “You’re allowed to exist. Fully, completely.” I used to think that being seen would mean I’d be found out… that my weaknesses and flaws would be exposed. But he’s flipped the script on me. He’s seen my fears, and instead of turning away,…