This is how it should be.

You're disarming.
You. Your kindness.
Your kindness that is given for no reason other than that I exist and I am a woman.
Chivalry? Really?
I thought it was dead. But it's alive enough to steal my breath away.
You are gentle. Soft. Because a woman is fragile. Precious.
A beautiful thing.
Do you know how dizzying it is to be treated like that? Like a priceless treasure?
I'm not used to being caught. Ever.
The feeling of being snatched from gravity. The feel of your arms steadying me.
You asking, "You okay?"
Now I am.
This is what a man is, you've shown me.
It's your gentleness that makes you so strong.