#loverants

There’s something truly beautiful about being a man written by a woman.

I thought what we had was real..

I don’t know why I keep pretending I don’t need love, acting like I’m better off without it. I say I hate the idea of it, but deep down, I’m just tired—tired and needing someone to love to.

Loving someone means embracing every part of them, even the parts that need a little extra reassurance. If holding your hand through the little things helps you feel safe, then I’ll hold it tighter every time.

I know true love exists because I exist, and my heart overflows with it. I am a garden of feelings, blooming with warmth and care. Love is not just something I give; it’s who I am. In every smile, every touch, and every word, I carry love’s magic. If my soul is so full of love, how could true love not be real?