It’s been a long time,

more than I’d care to admit,

that I felt like this.

Afraid because the last time I was hurt.

The last time I was let down.

Last time made me fearful of sharing myself.

But for the first time in a while,

despite my anxiety and vulnerability,

I felt safe and respected.

I felt cared for and accepted.

 

It may not seem like much to you

or much to others,

but it meant the world to me.

A gentle laugh or smile when I messed up a word

or even with a bad joke,

helped me relax into my normal role.

When I was freezing,  you tried to warm me up, 

unaware that I was intimidated by the people around us.

But when you pulled me close and I felt safe,

aware that you were paying attention to my state.

And that last hug, I can not explain,

it has been different from ones I’ve felt before.

I felt safe and wanted,

I felt joy and care,

I felt something I haven’t felt in a long time.