Not always many words are needed.
Sometimes it is enough to just be there.
Not to entertain.
But to be silent together. To breathe next to each other. To hold hands.

I am strong. I can handle it. I know what I want.
But sometimes I really want to allow myself to be weak.
To be the one to whom people come not late at night, but early in the morning with warm bread.
The one who is cared for. And who blossoms in response.

I don’t need much. Only sincerity. Only tenderness.
Only a real touch to the soul, not to the body.
I still believe in love. And it will definitely find me.
Or maybe she is reading these lines right now.