I want a soft love. A love so soft like the first light of dawn gently caressing the world awake. Love that is so tender that it gives you the feeling of waking up next to your mother when you are just a baby — the comfort and security that it gives to you, no harm can be felt, only genuine warmth born out of love from the giver to the receiver.
I want a love in which my lover’s world consists only of me — everything my lover sees is a reminder of me. I wish for my lover to be so infatuated by me that my laughter is the only music he needs. When he walks past a road that has flowers residing, he feels compelled to pluck every single one of them just so I can keep it. And when I ask, “What are these for?”, he will say this so casually like he is born to love me, and only me; “I just think they will look more lively and beautiful with you.”
A soft, tender love is not measured by the wealth one gives. A love is an emotion that is meant to be seen, and felt — what is love without sincerity? I am no daughter of a nobleman, I do not have it in me to wish for expensive things that can easily pay for my whole education year or a month’s worth of food. All I ask is for my lover to love so adoringly, to cherish me like no other. Worship me as the sun rises and the moon comes. Be so bewitched by me that hearing my name makes you smile so brightly that it outshines the sun.
What makes a human unique is how different we are to one another — indeed I am a woman of literature. In me there are hundreds of poems and poetries waiting to be shared and read. However, I do not ask the same for you. Do not love me in ways that are not made by you but rather footsteps that you follow from others. Love me in ways that are made by you, however raw they may be. Let you loving me be a journey of discovery of what kind of person you can be when the right love meets you.
Let it be raw, unfiltered — imperfections will only make the love stronger. For I know that you are trying to love me better, and I love every version of you — the crude, torn, incomplete — I will love them all with the condition that there is an on-going effort to be a better version not only for me, but for you. You must bear the responsibility of loving someone’s precious daughter, and understand the gravity of the situation. Love me correctly and I shall embrace you like a mother embracing her child’s first walk towards her.
When I say I want a soft love, it does not mean the relationship has to be free of flaws — that is utterly impossible. A soft love means communicating when misunderstanding happens, not raising the voice when there is an argument, sitting in silence without saying anything, putting an effort to fix a broken vase no matter how ugly it transforms to, loving one another in whatever situation we are in, giving praises even for the smallest things that we do — a soft love is the process of growing in love, not falling in love.
Ad astra per aspera, Sofea.
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