What I Needed Was Soft Love: What I needed was not perfection. Not grand gestures, empty promises, or someone who claimed to have all the answers. What I needed was soft love. The kind that feels safe instead of confusing. The kind that listens instead of assumes. The kind that stays gentle even when life becomes difficult. I did not need someone to save me, I only needed a place where my heart could rest without fear. For the longest time, I thought love had to be complicated to be real. I thought it was supposed to hurt, to leave me questioning myself, to make me earn affection through sacrifice. But love was never meant to feel like a battle. Real love does not make you constantly wonder where you stand. It does not leave you carrying the weight of uncertainty alone. What I needed was soft love. The kind that speaks with kindness, moves with patience, and chooses understanding over judgment. The kind that feels like peace after a long day, warmth after a cold season, and home after a long journey. Because sometimes the heart is not asking for more,it is simply asking for gentleness.