I see it in their eyes, in the way they hold their breath as they speak, as if the wrong word might shatter the fragile peace between them. I hear it in their voices—sharp with frustration, heavy with hurt, trembling with the exhaustion of trying and failing to connect.
Couples come to me not just with problems, but with pain. They sit across from each other, desperate to be heard, terrified of being misunderstood. The love is there—I can see it beneath the anger, beneath the silence—but so is the fear. Fear of rejection, of judgment, of saying too much or not enough. And sometimes, they wonder if the love is even there at all.
Because when safety is gone, love feels far away. Affection starts to feel like a chore. The warmth that once came easily now feels forced or nonexistent. They tell me, "I know I love them, but I don’t feel it anymore." Or worse, "I don’t know if I even love them at all."
But here’s what I’ve learned: Love doesn’t die in a moment. It fades in the absence of safety. It erodes when words become weapons, when touch feels distant, when every conversation feels like walking on eggshells. And if that’s where you are, I want you to know—you are not broken, and your relationship is not beyond repair. Safety is the path back to love.
I’ve seen it too many times, and I want to give them words for what they’re feeling. Maybe you’ve felt it too, just the way I have. If that is the case, then this is for you.
Dear Love, (I Want to Feel Safe With You)
I need to tell you something, and I need you to really hear me. Not to fix it, not to argue, not to defend yourself—just to listen. Because I love you, and I want to feel safe with you. But right now, I don’t.
When we fight, my heart races. My body tenses. I don’t know what’s going to happen next—will you raise your voice? Will you walk away? Will you shut down? Or will I? My mind spins, trying to predict how I can keep the peace or make you understand me. But no matter what I say, it feels like my words don’t land the way I mean them to.
And so, I get defensive. I withdraw. I say things I don’t mean. I shut down, not because I don’t care, but because I feel like I’m standing on unstable ground, and I don’t know where to put my feet. I want to be able to talk to you, to be honest with you, to open up—but I need to feel safe to do that. And safety, for me, doesn’t mean the absence of conflict. It means knowing that no matter what, I won’t be attacked, abandoned, or ignored.
What Feeling Unsafe Really Feels Like
When I don’t feel safe with you, it’s like a storm brewing inside me. My stomach knots up. My chest feels tight. My throat closes as if the words I want to say are stuck somewhere between fear and frustration.
I feel like I’m bracing for impact. Even if your words aren’t meant to hurt me, I sometimes hear them through the filter of my fears—fears that I am too much or not enough, that my feelings will be dismissed, that I’ll be left to sit with my pain alone.
When I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel seen. I don’t feel like my emotions matter. And that makes me either shut down or lash out—not because I want to, but because I don’t know how else to protect myself.
And when this happens over and over, it numbs something inside me. The love I once felt starts to feel like a memory. Not because I don’t care, but because I am too exhausted to reach for it.
What Safety Looks Like to Me
Safety looks like you staying present with me, even when the conversation is hard.
Safety looks like you hearing me out, not just listening so you can prepare your response.
Safety looks like you saying, “I see why that hurt you,” instead of, “That’s not what I meant.”
Safety looks like you choosing softness over sharpness, even when you’re upset.
Safety looks like you letting me take a breath when I feel overwhelmed, without making me feel guilty for needing space.
It’s knowing that I can be honest without fear of being punished with silence, sarcasm, or cruelty. It’s feeling like my emotions are welcome in the space between us, even if they’re messy or inconvenient.
Because when I feel safe, I can let my guard down. I can feel close to you again. I can feel love again.
What I Need From You
I need you to make space for my feelings, even when they don’t make sense to you.
I need you to pause when you feel yourself getting defensive and ask yourself, “Am I listening to understand or just to respond?”
I need you to choose kindness, even when you’re frustrated.
I need you to work with me, not against me, when we’re in conflict.
I need you to tell me when I hurt you in a way that invites understanding, not shame.
I need you to show me—through your words and actions—that my heart is safe with you.
And What I Promise You
I promise to work on my own reactions, to not let past wounds turn you into an enemy in my mind.
I promise to tell you what I need instead of expecting you to read my mind.
I promise to soften when I feel safe, to be open when I feel understood, to meet your efforts with appreciation instead of suspicion.
I promise that if we create safety together, I will meet you there—with love, with vulnerability, and with the connection we both crave.
Because I want to feel safe with you. And I want you to feel safe with me too.
Love, Me