💋 The Body That Learned to Feel Again

There was a time my body forgot how to listen —

to touch,

to comfort,

to pleasure.

It carried memories like weight,

every heartbeat guarded,

every breath a reminder of what once hurt.

But love — the patient kind —

doesn’t rush healing.

It lingers in the places that flinch,

waits in silence,

and teaches you that softness can live where pain once did.

He never asked my body to hurry —

he simply stayed long enough

for it to remember that safety can feel warm,

that closeness doesn’t always take,

that pleasure can belong to me, too.

There’s a quiet miracle in feeling again —

not just through touch,

but through trust.

🕯 Some healing begins when the body finally believes it’s allowed to stay open.