I want connection.
I want to share my life with someone.
I want partnership, warmth, and emotional presence.

And yet, closeness still makes me pause.

Not because I don’t care — but because closeness means vulnerability.
It means letting someone see you without protection.
It means risking disappointment, misunderstanding, or loss.

I didn’t always understand this fear.
I thought something was wrong with me.
That if I wanted a relationship, closeness should feel easy.

It doesn’t.

Real closeness requires trust.
Time.
Consistency.

I’ve learned to respect my pace instead of forcing myself forward.
I don’t rush intimacy anymore — emotional or physical.
I let it develop naturally, when safety is built, not assumed.

Wanting to be close doesn’t mean losing boundaries.
It means choosing someone carefully and allowing space for connection to grow.

I’m open to closeness now — but not blindly.
I want it with someone who understands that trust is created, not demanded.

Fear doesn’t cancel desire.
It simply asks for patience.

And with the right person, closeness stops feeling like a risk —
and starts feeling like home.