Z's Comfort Zone

My type of love is so gullible.

It’s a weird in-between. I’m stone cold. I wear armor. I protect myself. I stand guard. But I remain so easy to attack. So vulnerable. So open.

To strangers, maybe not. My RBF? Strong.

But when it comes to the people who know me well, I’m a fragile little egg.

I show my insides easily. I tell the story of my heart without prompt. My care is not exclusive.

I love them. I am in love. And it comes with minimal guardrails.

I was made that way. My love was designed that way.

And I’ve become less embarrassed, reserved or ashamed of that.

I will tell you. I will show you. I will shout it from the rooftops.

And the door will have that small, subtle ability to open.