My parents always told me that I used to be the little girl who let everyone in soft hearted and the one who trusting without question.
I believed in people I believed in friendships that would never fade in words that wouldn’t turn sharp.
But life, or maybe just people, proved me wrong.
And the experience taught me to observe more than to wait for action.
Now, I’m the woman who speaks less and is
(hard to reach)not because I’m proud, but because I’m waiting for someone truly worthy
-the one who deserves-
I don’t close doors out of fear or pride; I protect my heart and my peace

















