The Way You Loved Me Right

I didn’t expect love to bloom again, not after the ache, not after the end. But you arrived with quiet grace, and made my heart a softer place. Around you, I let myself unfold, shared my fears, my stories told. You saw my flaws and didn’t flinch, just held me close, inch by inch. And maybe that’s how love is meant to be — not fireworks, but feeling free. Not a rescue, not a fight, just someone who treats your soul right.