Leon made sure to tell me all his plans , his dreams, his goals, and how I fit into them.
He spoke about the future with confidence, and every time he did, I felt seen and secure. He already took me as his wife in his heart.
Sometimes, I'd spend a few days at his place. It wasn't just about being together physically it was about building something emotionally. The way he treated me was gentle, intentional, and consistent.
Every now and then, I'd act like I was upset not because I wanted to play games, but just to see how he'd react. And every single time, he'd worry. He'd plead, apologize, and ask over and over what he did wrong, even when he had no idea.
It showed me how much he cared — not out of fear, but out of love. He wasn't perfect, but he was present. He didn't want to lose me, and more importantly, he made me feel like I was worth not losing.
With Leon, I learned that love doesn't have to be a battlefield. It can be calm, safe, and kind.
With Leon, love started to feel like home. There was no pressure to prove anything, no fear of being left unread or unseen. He communicated — not just with words, but with actions.
He'd randomly show up with my favorite snacks or send me thoughtful texts during the day just to check in. He made it clear that I wasn't just someone he loved I was someone he respected.
Even in disagreements, he never raised his voice. He'd listen, try to understand, and then explain his side without making me feel small. That was new for me. I wasn't used to peace in love.
But deep inside, I sometimes battled fear. The fear that this might be "too good to be true." I was so used to love that hurt, that love which healed felt unfamiliar.
Still, I held on to it. I allowed myself to trust again. To open up. To believe that maybe this time, I wouldn't have to beg to be loved right.
And for the first time in a long time… I didn't feel like I was losing myself in love.
I felt like I was finding myself.