nieynie_y
Since I can remember, I was always soft-hearted. I help others unconscious of what consequences I could get. But I never received concern from anyone, I was known to be strong and independent. What they don't see is that, I was in a toxic place. I never got the treatment of how I treated others. I was silently suffering, from the loud voices that seemed unfamiliar to me.
Like I was slowly dying, from all the words they talked about me. I was losing self-confidence, but I never hesitated to be affectionate and fond of others. Even to strangers.
Amidst my tiring life, I met the person who could understand my wounds. The person who never doubted to show me the affection and love that I deserved. The feeling of being adored, protected, and seen. He gave them all, he had it all. And then I knew, he would be the one.