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Luna, this song exists because of the way you slowly let me in. Not all at once. Not easily. Weeks passed before you could even tell me the time where you live, and I never questioned it. I understood. I wanted you to feel safe more than I wanted answers. From the very beginning, my only intention was to be a place where you didn’t have to guard every part of yourself. Every time fear took over, every time your past got loud and told you to run, you did what you learned to do—you left. And I never blamed you for that. But every time you left, there was always that pull back. Not because I chased you. Not because I demanded anything. But because with me, you felt something rare: safety without pressure, understanding without judgment, presence without conditions. Each return, you opened more. You trusted more. You shared parts of yourself you had never given to anyone. Late nights turned into comfort. Words turned into closeness. We learned how to hold each other even through messages, even through silence. And I became someone you didn’t have to explain yourself to—someone who already understood. I saw your past. I held it carefully. I never flinched. I never left. I made space for all of you, even the parts you were afraid would be too much. And that’s why you kept coming back—because with me, you were seen, protected, and safe. Then August 10th came. The day fear won again. The day you pushed me out right after the words slipped out—“I love you.” I know that wasn’t nothing. I know it scared you. And even after that, nothing changed in my heart. Baby girl, your safety is still here for you to come back to. We both miss each other heavily. I will always be someone who holds you gently. Someone who understands why you leave, and why you return. Someone who will always make space for you to feel safe—without expectation, without fear, without being alone. This is our story. And it’s written with care.