Hi Future,
I do not really know how to start this, but here goes.
If ever you come into my life, I hope you know… I did not expect you. Not because I stopped believing, but because I got tired. Tired of getting too close, only to end up losing. I have always had this habit of pulling away when I feel too much, because deep down, I am scared. Scared of falling completely. Scared of being too much. Scared of not being enough.
Truth is, I am not the jealous type—but when I care, I do. And when I do, it shows. I overthink, I feel deeply, I get bothered. And maybe that is why I try so hard to protect myself. That is why I have built walls. But if we ever get to that point where you are reading this, then I guess you are the one who did not give up on me. You stayed.
I am not looking for perfect. I just want real. Someone consistent. Someone honest. Someone who sees me, flaws and all, and still chooses to stay. I will not ask you to fix me. I am not broken—I am just careful now. But if you are willing to walk with me through the good and the heavy, then I will meet you halfway. Maybe even more than that.
And when the time comes, I hope we build something solid—simple, but safe. The kind that does not need to be loud to be felt. The kind that feels like home.
So yeah… if you are out there, take your time. I am not rushing. I have waited this long—I can wait a little more.
— Nikka