There are moments in a woman’s life when she gives everything she has to her career, her family, or her own healing. Her energy, her focus, and her time become devoted to keeping everything together. Days quietly blur into months, and months into years, until she realizes that physical closeness has slowly faded. It does not disappear by choice, but through circumstance.
Responsibilities take over, routines deepen, and the gentle touch of intimacy becomes something remembered rather than lived. On the outside, she remains steady, composed, and capable. Yet somewhere beneath that strength, a softer part of her waits patiently to be seen again.
Human beings are wired for connection. Even the most self-reliant souls carry within them the memory of what it feels like to be held, to be safe in someone’s arms.
