Over time, I realized: tenderness isn't weakness. It's the strength that makes a woman truly alive. It's the ability to feel, to care, to love unconditionally. And the most amazing thing is that men who are truly strong sense this. They aren't afraid of feminine softness; on the contrary, they're drawn to it.

Now I don't hide behind masks. If I want to cuddle, I do. If I miss you, I tell you. If I love, I'm not afraid to show it. After all, that's what being real is—not playing a role, but being yourself. And perhaps love only becomes true when we stop fearing its power