Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and soft. I wish I could be, but I am human—full of shifting seasons, full of contradictions.
There will be days when I am warmth and light, when love flows from me effortlessly. But there will also be days when I am distant, cold, tangled in thoughts I can’t explain.
I will not always be easy to love, but if you can accept me in my winter, you will know me truly in my spring.
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