Softly.
Fiercely.
Like a truth you don’t rush,
but also don’t run from.
Love me the way a forest is loved —
by someone who knows how to walk slowly,
how to listen to what isn’t said out loud,
how to feel the shift in the wind
and recognize that a storm
is not a threat,
but a cleansing.
Hold me without holding me down.
Stay close without clipping my wings.
Let me burn when I need to burn,
and trust that the fire was never meant
to destroy you —
only to free me.
Love me in the quiet mornings,
when I’m soft, bare, unarmored.
Love me in the chaotic nights,
when my dragon shows her teeth
and I’m learning how to wield my own power.
Love me in all my becoming —
not just in the versions that are easy to adore.
And I’ll love you back
with a devotion that doesn’t sit still.
It won’t fit neatly in the palm of your hand —
it will move around you,
through you,
with you.
Like weather.
Like breath.
Like a promise kept
without needing to be spoken.
I want to be loved
in a way that feels like
we are both opening the door
to who we truly are —
and choosing, again and again,
to walk through it together.
✨ If this speaks to something tender in you —
the longing to be loved without shrinking,
to connect without losing yourself —
you’re welcome to begin here:
👉 https://slow-secrets-tribe.kit.com/starthere
A gentle space.
Slow truths.
And an invitation back to love that feels like home. 🌿💛
