I’ll take my time with you

There’s no rush here.

I want to know how your mind works. I want to understand how you shift from sweet to sharp, how your defenses come up, and what happens when someone notices the real you behind them. I’ll ask questions, not because I’m checking boxes, but because I want to pull the thread and see what unravels.

If you’re the kind of girl who’s always had to guess what others want… stop. Let me lead. Let me hold the reins loosely at first, while you get used to the weight of being seen.

This isn’t a sprint to the edge. I want the build, the trust, the tension. I want the late night confessions and the quiet unraveling. I want to know what you’ve hidden even from yourself.

Let me learn you slowly.

And for May: I once snuck out as a teenager to drink with friends. It was dumb, and I knew it. When my mother found out, I didn’t lie. I told her the truth and owned up to it. She didn’t punish me—she just looked disappointed. That hit harder than anything else. I promised not to put myself in that kind of situation again, and I didn’t.