I don’t know what you’ve been through. What you’ve faced in life. How can I really know when I haven’t lived it? I can only imagine that you’ve had to be a strong warrior. A fighter. Maybe masked or guarded. Keeping watch over the safety of your heart. I see you. I see your beauty amidst the scars. Your ability to love beyond the fight. Your tenderhearted ways. It’s still there. Do you feel it? Your heart. It’s asking for your compassion. It’s asking for your love. Maybe we could all just try a little more tenderness.