I want to believe that tenderness is not weakness.
That a gentle word, a soft voice, a warm look is not about naivety, but about strength.
Because tenderness is a choice.

The choice is not to be bitter.
Not to close yourself off.
Not to look back on the past with anger.
And to remain soft. Even if there was a storm. Even if it hurt.

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I want to be exactly like that. And to have those around me who appreciate it.