...Emotional She,

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Today I saw myself

reflected in your eyes—

the way feelings arrive

all at once,

too big for the body,

too honest for armor.

You feel deeply,

the way oceans do not apologize for their tides.

And when I recognized that truth in you,

my chest tightened—

not from doubt,

but from knowing how sharp

the world can be

to soft things.

This world loves loud strength,

thick skin,

carefully measured hearts.

It does not always know

what to do

with children who feel

everything.

I almost cried,

not because you are fragile,

but because you are not.

Because I know how much courage

it takes

to stay open

when life teaches you

to close.

Jihaana,

if you carry my emotions,

know this too:

they are not a curse.

They are the reason we notice beauty,

the reason we love without shortcuts,

the reason we refuse to become cruel

just to survive.

The world may try to harden you.

I will teach you instead

how to protect your softness

without losing it.

And if you ever ache

the way I do,

remember—

even in a cruel world,

it is hearts like yours

that quietly keep it human.

_keyur_everything