When people look at me, they usually see what I allow them to see.

There is so much more beneath the calm I wear. I’ve learned to tuck away the feelings the world never really knows what to do with. Not because I don’t feel them. Because I feel everything. Deeply. Quietly. Completely. I keep my walls high now, not to shut everyone out, but to see who cares enough to look beyond them. The ones who take the time to know the real me. The ones who hear what my eyes say when my mouth stays quiet. Those are my people. The rare souls I love fiercely because they just get me. I would rather have a handful of true hearts than a crowd of people who only know my name. I’m not for everyone. And honestly, I was never meant to be. I don’t hand out the most intimate pieces of my heart anymore. I did that once. Too freely. Too hopefully. And it left me broken in ways I had to heal alone. So now, the deepest parts of me are reserved for the ones who have earned my trust. My loyalty. My love. If you mistake my quiet strength for coldness, you’ve already misunderstood me. I am not emotionless. I am not distant. I am one of the most passionate souls you may ever meet. I just don’t give that part of myself to everyone. It is precious. It is fragile. And it deserves to be protected. Just because I don’t cry in front of you doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Just because I go silent doesn’t mean I don’t feel. And just because I don’t always explain my heart doesn’t mean I don’t care. I am real. I am loyal. I am deep in ways most will never reach. So if you want to know me, bring patience. Bring honesty. Bring the kind of heart that knows how to stay. Look past the smile. Past the walls. Past the quiet. And maybe you’ll find the truth of me. A woman worth knowing. Worth loving. Worth every ounce of effort. I already know I am. The question is whether you’re brave enough to see it too. |ravenwolf