Before you love me, you should know—
I am the Queen of my own kingdom. I didn’t wait for anyone to crown me; I built my empire from the ashes of my past, fortified it with strength, and ruled it with resilience. I am more than a princess. I have walked through fire, carrying burdens no one saw, surviving wounds that words couldn’t express. I’ve learned that trust is fragile, and love—true love—should never be given lightly.
I am an angel, but I have spent too much time in hell. I have faced storms no one understood, fought battles that left me scarred, and survived pain that threatened to consume me. Before you love me, know this: I have already served my sentence. I have been imprisoned by my fears, by expectations, by memories that still haunt me. But I am no longer a prisoner. I am free—free to love and be loved, but only on my own terms. So, if you want to love me, love me freely, without trying to cage me or control me.
Before you hold my hand, you should know—it’s not just a touch; it’s a responsibility. My trust is not given easily, and my heart is not for the faint of heart. If you reach for me, know that I am offering you something sacred. Do not grip too tightly or pull away when things get difficult. My hands have held more than their fair share of pain; treat them with the care they deserve.
Before you touch me, understand this: I am the sea. I can be calm, soothing, and beautiful. But I am also deep, vast, and powerful—equally capable of great tenderness as I am of great fury. My heart is full of hidden depths, some inviting, some treacherous. If you do not respect the ocean within me, you will drown in the very love you sought.
And before you take my clothes off, before you trace your fingers over my skin, know this: I have scars—both seen and unseen—that speak louder than words ever could. They are the stories of my survival, reminders of everything I’ve overcome. My body is not a playground for fleeting desire; it is a map of my strength. If you cannot honor that, do not reach for me.
If you wish to love me, you must know—
I am not just someone to have. I am someone to cherish, to stand beside, and to fight for. I am a Queen, and nothing less than a King will do. If you cannot meet me at that level, then do not step forward. I have spent too long learning my worth to settle for anything less.
But you must understand that words alone will never be enough. It will take patience, effort, and unwavering consistency to prove that you deserve a place in my kingdom. I will not rewrite my story for just anyone. If you want to be part of it, you must earn your chapter.
❣️🫰🫖 JRT
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I'm not afraid of scars. They tell a story, and I have stories of my own. I do not fear the depths of the ocean, nor the pull of the tide. If the waves sweep me away, I will go peacefully; if they push me back to shore, then so be it. I do not come with chains, nor do I seek to cage what was meant to be free.
If I am to earn a chapter in your story, let it be written with patience, with truth, with unwavering hands. I would not grip too tightly, nor would I retreat when the storm comes. Some things are worth weathering, and some souls are worth standing beside.
Perhaps the sea and the sky were always meant to meet at the horizon—just far enough to admire, but close enough to never truly part.