Dare to Love

Her head rested gently into his chest, broad shoulders and strong arms enveloped her.  She breathed him in.  His presence comforted her and unnerved her all at the same time.

Dare she love again? 

Dare she hope again? 

Dare she trust again? 

She had loved before.  She had believed before.  She had trusted before.  But she had been let down, thrown down, stepped on, looked over, and passed by.  Rejection had made her tough.  Lies had made her hard.  Abuse had made her combative.  Abandonment had made her masculine. 

But now here she was, face to face with a man.  Not a boy, but a man.  A man that loved her. 

And her brittle masculinity crumbled into dust as her dormant femininity broke through, as he whispered three simple words into her ear that she needed to hear more than anything.  Words that she breathed in like oxygen as the tears poured down her face. 

“I got you.”

And upon hearing these words she found a new strength, a pure strength.  The strength to let her heart free.

And so she dared to trust again.

She dared to believe again.

She dared to love again.