Tell Me How You Want to Be Loved?
Had anyone ever asked you this simple question?
Tell me, not in whispers that vanish like smoke, but in the voice your soul has guarded for years— what does love feel like when it finally fits? Is it a quiet dawn, where trust rises slowly, soft as light spilling through your window? Or is it a wildfire, burning away doubt, leaving only truth in its glow? Do you dream of arms that hold without chains, words that heal without weight, a presence that listens until silence...
