We see the phrase “you are seen, you are heard, you matter” everywhere in social media now. But do we really know how it feels? I do. For so long, I’ve been a ghost. A flicker in the background, a fleeting image in the periphery of people’s lives. Nobody really looked, did they? They saw a facade, a veneer of…
When I saw him, I knew he’s different. He doesn’t just look at me; he sees me. Really sees me. There’s this intensity in his gaze that’s almost intimidating but comforting at the same time. It’s as if he’s peeling back layers, sifting through the façade I’ve so carefully built over the years, and finding the person underneath. A person…
My man puts me on a pedestal, and I let him. It’s not about pride or arrogance; it’s about knowing that he truly sees me. In his eyes, I am something special, something worth admiring. I can’t help but feel a warmth spread through me every time I see that look in his eyes. You know, it’s easy to be…