A Girl Named Softly

by Christopher Lovejoy on May 8, 2022

She calls herself Softly, I kid you not, and yes, she has a voice to match, and not just a voice. A face. Eyes. Hair. Hands. Of course, this study of Softly isn’t just about looks. This girl knows how to look after herself, evidenced by the easy way in which she laughs like a songbird at a witty joke, or by the way her face and her eyes light up in the midst of good conversation, while leaving her companions with lasting impressions of her spontaneity and playfulness. On her own, she appears serene, exuding an aura of love, trust, and care, while conducting herself with a natural grace and charm, drawing like-hearted souls to her sense of vulnerability with effortless ease. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyways: Softly is a very feminine girl with far more allure than any one girl has a right to have.

Now please don’t get me wrong. There’s no envy here. I’ve known Softly for years and I’m just concerned that someone will attempt to exploit her warm, kind, soft, gentle nature before she’s had a chance to mature into womanhood. But then, perhaps my concern is unfounded. Just the other day, at a party brimming to overflowing with protector-dominated personalities, a prima donna confronted Softly with a series of hypercritical, hypercontrolling remarks that sent Softly into a paroxysm of giggles. I swear, a bunch of us couldn’t help ourselves either, giggling right alongside her as she made a graceful exit, and here’s the thing: Softly led the way, not with a huff, but with a hoot! Call us abject conformists, but we hooted right along with her, leaving behind a chorus of hoots and giggles both.

Alright, enough about me and my relationship with Softly. Let’s have Softly speak for herself . . .

Hi, my name is Softly, and I’m happy to have this opportunity to speak plainly about whatever I wish. First, to be clear, I didn’t mean to offend anyone when I gave a hoot. I never did anything like that before. It just seemed like the thing to do, at least to me. Second, Hardly’s concern that someone might exploit my good nature is not unfounded. I appreciate his concern, and I trust that the love and care I feel from the heart of my soul will deepen with time. Third, it’s true that I tend to be feminine more often than not, but it’s never my intention to increase my allure, though I do appreciate Hardly’s hyperbole.

Not that I understand it, just that I appreciate it.

As for Softly, my dear caregivers gave me this name when I first began to speak, and I’ve used it ever since. These days, my companions tell me I’m a natural at ASMR, and wonder if I might pursue its charms as an artist. I think not, but then again, never say never.

So what does Softly like to do with her time? I think a better question is “who does Softly like to be when she goes off the grid by herself?” I admit, I do like to spend a lot of time with myself. I do so enjoy long walks surrounded by nothing but nature. Doing so gives me time, not to think, but to know and to love, to trust and to care, and not necessarily in that order. At first, Hardly found it hard to accept this about me, but with time, his acceptance about it has come to mean the world to me.

Well, enough about me. What about you?

What say you, dear reader?

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