I've learned to accept a truth that took me years to face I'm not always easy to love. Life has left fingerprints on my soul, some gentle, some cruel. I overthink until my thoughts drown me. I shut down when I feel too much. I pull away, not because I don't care, but because I'm scared of caring more than I should. I've built walls out of survival, not pride. They're my way of saying I've been broken before, please be gentle this time. I carry scars no one sees and stories I rarely tell. But even after everything, my heart still knows how to love not perfectly, but deeply. When I love, I pour my soul into it. I give loyalty, honesty, and effort the kind that doesn't fade when things get hard. If you can look past my silence, my fears, my stubbornness you'll find someone who loves like it's sacred. Someone who'll stand with you through every storm, even when it hurts. Because I don't love halfway. I hold on with everything I have. until I have nothing left to give. And even then, a small piece of me will always hope that one day, love finds its way back.❤️‍🩹