If I gotta be masculine with you, if I constantly have to take the lead, initiate the tough conversations, carry the emotional weight, or be the one holding everything together all the time — then baby, you’re not the man for me. I don’t want to feel like I’m always in survival mode. I don’t want to feel like I have to shrink my femininity just to make a relationship work. That’s not love. That’s labor.
I want to rest in my softness. I want to breathe around my man. I want to feel protected, emotionally supported, and safe. I want to cry without being called “too sensitive.” I want to be vulnerable without it being used against me later. I want to be able to exhale, to let my guard down, to be the version of myself that doesn’t always have to “have it all together.”
I’m tired of being strong. I want to be soft with someone who’s strong for me — emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Because being strong is exhausting when you’re carrying the weight of two people. And I don’t want to wear both hats anymore.
If I have to do that with you, you’re not the man for me. I’m not looking to raise nobody’s son. I’m not building a man from scratch. I want someone who leads with love, not ego. Who handles things, not hides from them. Who makes me feel safe, not small.
Being my softest self isn’t a weakness — it’s a privilege I only give to someone who earns it. And if you can’t hold that version of me with care, you don’t get access to her at all.
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