In the quiet of that moment, she felt something take root inside her - not sudden, not overwhelming, but steady, like the first bloom after a long winter. His patience was sunlight, his words the water she had always been too afraid to ask for. And as she leaned into the warmth of his presence, she realized they were not rushing, not forcing. They were unfolding - petal by petal, moment by moment. The story of them was only beginning, and she could finally believe in its bloom. The petals of us were opening. ♡♡♡ For the girls who are afraid of love-may you learn that your heart is not too much, that love can be gentle, and that you are worth staying for.