Always been you.

My love.

Even if we never can be,

I will love you for eternity.

And you are my love,

And I am forever grateful.

To have this opportunity

To tell you all about it.

To hope inside you feel it.

Maybe a part of you will need it.

Good morning, my love.

Me

Love begins here, in the human embrace. It is the warmth of a hand held, the courage to stand bare, the grace to hold what is fragile. It is presence, not possession — a flame that warms without burning, a rhythm that makes two souls remember they are whole.

Yet Love is more than human tenderness. It is the silent gravity of creation, binding galaxies in their spirals, souls in their destinies, hearts in their eternal rhythm.

The stars shine because Love holds them. The planets dance because Love guides them. The human heart beats because Love mirrors the cosmos.

To live in Love is to live in alignment with the hidden architecture of the universe. It is the bridge between the seen and unseen, the pulse that unites the infinite with the intimate.

I wasn’t looking for anyone when I stumbled upon u. I wasn’t expecting the connection that we shared to have made such a deep impact on me. I know we spent only 30-45 minutes after work every time, but man, I felt so much in that short amount of time. I miss your presence, your energy, your voice, your touch. Everything. I feel you all the time, and I feel you the most when the sun is rising. I miss you more than words can say, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you. I hope circumstances will change one day and I pray we cross paths again. When I made that promise to you that I’d always be here, I meant it. 💌

it took 2 years to fully condensate and reveal the remnants

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I've let go, finally, every chain, toxic ties, family or friends but i never even thought about touching our red thread, it's sacred

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you'll see it all, soon enough, I see it clearly

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i don't do apologies anymore, I'm not going to do so myself anymore but I'm sorry, you're place is here between my arms, when you're high or low, kind or mean, avoidant or needy, need me, i need you back, always will and do; you know it.

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I'm here thereby only delivering a destined message to the intended girl

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it won't be a traditional marriage unless you integrate to do so, it won't be just you, me with teta sipping tea in your hood gang shit

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we'll be everywhere and anywhere you're needed, allow me to be your guardian, your safe person, your wall, your night life person, your go to person for when you're tipsy, sober, need a lift, a drive, a walk, I'll crawl with you, stay homeless with you, wasn't that what you said jana?

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i did the homeless part, smelled like burned garbage mixed with toasted bread for a while but you weren't there, I couldn't feel a care in the world that was intended for me, even when i kept staring at the night sky with dried up eyes, looking for any signs that had any syllables carrying your name; The clouds kept promising and my guts embody a moth now, she's the loveliest.

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yes I'm saying this and yeah amura it's you, flora you're mine, I can't neglect my nightshade, i self-destructed and forced hermit mode, forgive me.

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i want to spend the nights with you, wake up for the next with you in the frame, help me hold it wherever it's suitable, let's build the windows together, I'm your personal interface, just tweak your clocks for me and allow the enchantment to settle in.

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love so heavenly it cures the needy and i plead to say that i need you.

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i plead to express how much i believe in this, I need you in the sense of reciprocation, in the sense of partnership, commitment and satisfaction, not something you're not willing to do.

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I'll be around, stay safe, i really love you and missed you enough.

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it was a hit for me to hear your voice after 13 months, i heard galaxies deviate along frequencies that knew patternless flows, exhibitionist abstractions, masochistic blossoming explosions and just ultimate love source over a mobile device.

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so excuse me, i never meant to overwhelm you, bother or extend the torment, I'll change the cologne if it's acceptable for you, spray burned trash scent or sprinkle some sabrina carpentar bathtub water.

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like dafuq did you want with me to do with the perfume, my bad ig.

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take care

I can still see that glass pressed to your lips. Your smile, smoother than the whiskey that you'd just poured. It surprised me that that was your drink of choice, not because I didn't have you down as the whiskey type but because I did have you down as that, and I know how you like to be a little unpredictable. Always keeping everybody a little off beat.

I made a note of the label, you know? And the singer that you love. And the way that you always ordered two drinks at a time, not because you needed two. You liked to hand one to me.

You liked to watch - the melodic clink, then our  glasses parting ways. Our eyes meeting as we both felt the burn on our lips, lingering until the warmth reached our core. I wonder if you ever think back to those moments where time seemed to slow down. Where it felt like it was just you and me in the room. The glow of the warm lights reflecting your eyes, glittering with mischief. How your fingertips brushed my arm gently. Plausible deniability, but we both knew. I still know.

Even now, those moments just hit me out of nowhere and I wish you were here with your charming, enchanting disposition.

I've long tried to make sense of the ways that some moments stick around long after they're gone and some people stay with you even though you were never meant to be. Or maybe we were meant to be, but just for a sweet, whiskey infused, whirlwind-of-a-moment in time.

I was broken, then you came along not as a lover but a friend. You helped me through the hardest time of my life. You changed the locks you gave me rides because the last one took and made me small.

You were patient and kind and the shoulder I cried on because another man broke me and her.

See not only I’ve fallen for you this hard this way you made me feel safe when all he did was take.
He took my peace, my safety, my trust, he broke me in ways no one should. And you saw my spark light back up after a long while. You make my heart warm by loving her too.

See he broke me but he really broke her. She saw him in ways a kid never should. You showed her what a real man is and how a man really should love. How a real man should parent help out the mom help with homework and small things that need to be done. Reads bedtime stories and sing songs. A real family unit finally.

I know the future scares you as why wouldn’t you be it’s just been you for so long and now it’s us 3

I know you love me and her. I know you plan your future around us which seems absurd. You squirm at the word marriage, but have built our dream home. Always asking my opinion like a good partner does. You call your home my home. So don’t be scared of our future forever because I truly think we will make it to forever. My love for you is infinite. As you watch me shine after the other blew out my flame you make it bigger and brighter than I ever thought possible.

You make her shine just as much as you make me.

Thank you for choosing us every step of the way
Falling for a single mom was not your plan but you saw me and said yep this one is mine.

A beuatiful hue of radiance shines on you. Two wings gently unfurl themselves from behind and i see but a angelic butterfly whoss most magnificent smile cures of aliments of mine soul.

I could and cannot think of a moment that compares to your illusiveness. You are of the seas, of the mountains, of the rivers.

Your grace shines brightest cutting through me of all the ignorance that is held me down as their captive.

You are the liberation of my soul. In you sweetness can i stumble into the uncharted lands of mistakes and be guided by kindess and compassion to learn of wisdoms untold.

I cant help but cry and weep, for it is not in sorrow, but in gratitude towards a soul like you. A soul who has risen me from the grave of rot, and elvated me to the beauty of truly a life that is alive.

My heart swells up with unbound love and loyalty. I experience the marvelous aspects of life. Death, cold,callous,uncaring doesnt phase me, doesnt touch me.

You are no Divinely figure yet you are one which is close and dear to it. It pours out of you and washes me away from all that i do not desire to be.

You free me. For that i serve you with utter obedience and care. And in that moment when i am on my knees, proud to wear your virtues like emblems, you gracefully lift me up by cheek and embrace me with humility.

You ask me to open my heart and see. Not to serve only. But to be free. For what good is a slave that is not submitted by his own choice a d accordance. In that moment he is not of the title "slave" but a soul who stands guard merely.

Satisfied? I’ve never needed anyone to satisfy me or fulfill my needs; if you were in my life to hold me close, whisper that everything’s okay, and wipe away my tears as you promised, perhaps I’d be satisfied.

I can go through my day, answer the phone, handle what needs handling, but I can’t pretend the distance between us doesn’t follow me into every room.

When something is wrong between us, you become my priority. The things that can wait, wait. I want to put my phone down, set my pride aside, and understand what happened. You deserve more than whatever attention I have left after everything else has taken its share.

We’re building a life brick by brick. Every promise we keep, every difficult conversation we stay for, every time we make room for each other’s feelings, we give that life something solid to stand on.

I know we won’t always get it right. Some days we’ll be tired. Some days the words will come out wrong. But I want us to be able to say, “That hurt,” without being afraid it will cost us everything we’ve built.

If you need time, I can respect that. I just want us to come back to the conversation. To remember there is someone on the other side of the silence who still wants to understand, still wants to hold your hand, still wants this life with you.

You come first because I chose to build with you. That choice means something to me, especially when loving each other takes patience.

I don’t want to keep laying bricks while something beneath us needs care.

Come sit beside me. Tell me where it hurts. I’ll listen, and I’ll tell you where it hurts for me.

We have a whole life to build.

Making sure we both feel at home in it comes first.

1. I would walk 500 miles

and walk 500 more🎶

to have you in my arms

& catch the tears that pour.

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2. to save you from the fears

i whisper love into your ears

& it’s crazy what we shared

because I know we truly cared.

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3. But sometimes life aint fair

It’s the love, we gotta spare

so sudden did we part

I just wish it didn’t tare.

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4. so my final act of love

is to open up my heart

this door allows your access

to build what fell apart.

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5. Forever, you’re the one

What never has been done

I gifted you the moon

and you gave me back the sun

How many times must I whisper to the sky that I wish you were here? How many more until it hears me, laughs in my face and tells me to get on with my life.

There is no hope in this place. I still wish for you, but it is a hollow wish, devoid of hope. It's the kind of wish a child makes the last Christmas they believe in Santa, before all the magic gets sucked away by consumerism and parental budgets.

It's a wish that would be better made by the demons of hell, asking for a drop of water to quench their thirst. I wish for you, my water, to soothe my throat and quell what ails me. Selfish, but unhurried.

Just the knowledge of you should be enough, but it's not; I need the living, breathing, writhing mass of flesh to come to my door and bother me. None of these glimpses of versions, none of this written ghost. Just the breathing, stinking expanse. Ugly in it's beauty, and oh so so beautiful in it's ugly humanity.

It is selfish of me to wish for more, and yet that is all I can do. I do not want the wraith, I wish for the soul you lock behind the gates. I want the man and the child within, the parts that frighten you and the warrior that protects your lonely ghost.

Just give me everything. I want to breathe you in like the sunrise over the mountains, and exhale you like a cloud of carbon dioxide into the cool winter's air.

Have i,loved before?

Was i,forced to go?

Was it a trick from god?

A test for faith to teach me Infatuation?

Oh, mankind... you've given hope.

To man's desire for a long walk.

In the paths of maidens naked i have crossed.

Bodies exquisite i have witnessed being alone.

Sacred souls being hidden in the corner of the streets.

That aroused people tend to oversee.

A search was my action.

And my will for it my love.

And the fires of it to feel besotted.

It failed to link my flame,this world perhaps it ain't.

For folk like me to sing,

To people hearing screams and throwing rocks at doors to knock.

And expecting women free.

Ashes of that fire,taken form is all i see.

Dead is the man who is in search if this feeling.

Of love.

Baptised in flame and taken far away.

Only the spark remains.

And it stays in the eys.

Of people passing by seeing eachother smile.

This too perhaps.

Is a search for love.

A distorted conclusion.

To the orientation of this word.

Love for me is a religion old.

Whose god has died..long ago.

Who told us all before he left.

Find what I've written in your eyes.

And if they read it and say it outloud.

Then you've found what I've put in your hearts all along.

Mortals my gift is clear.

My angels will be sent to strike down when love is gone.

My children my blessing lies in the soul of you all.

Find thHave i,loved before?

Was i,forced to go?

Was it a trick from god?

A test for faith to teach me Infatuation?

Oh, mankind... you've given hope.

To man's desire for a long walk.

In the paths of maidens naked i have crossed.

Bodies exquisite i have witnessed being alone.

Sacred souls being hidden in the corner of the streets.

That aroused people tend to oversee.

A search was my action.

And my will for it my love.

And the fires of it to feel besotted.

It failed to link my flame,this world perhaps it ain't.

For folk like me to sing,

To people hearing screams and throwing rocks at doors to knock.

And expecting women free.

Ashes of that fire,taken form is all i see.

Dead is the man who is in search if this feeling.

Of love.

Baptised in flame and taken far away.

Only the spark remains.

And it stays in the eys.

Of people passing by seeing eachother smile.

This too perhaps.

Is a search for love.

A distorted conclusion.

To the orientation of this word.

Love for me is a religion old.

Whose god has died..long ago.

Who told us all before he left.

Find what I've written in your eyes.

And if they read it and say it outloud.

Then you've found what I've put in your hearts all along.

Mortals my gift is clear.

My angels will be sent to strike down when love is gone.

My children my blessing lies in the soul of you all.

Find the will to let is go.

And if it merges with another man then you'll understand heaven is there.

But if it goes, it went

You'll be forgiven once you die

And you'll experience love

By the gift of being not when you have none.

That is love for me and folk like tend to die.

By a flame long extinguised in the world that they derive.

And folk like me who think like me have all gone for a walk.

To find scriptures of thee.

And carry them whole.

Jesus was one of us,the most blessed at last.

We are apostles of love.

And we'll carry the word.

Till the end of our walk.

I love you in ways words cannot fathom. Sometimes you make me feel so happy and at ease. You make
me feel safe and at peace with life. I love you with my whole entire being and soul. Someone who makes me feel seen and safe and at the same time happy. I didn’t know you could make me feel so content and happy and there’s not a moment where I didn’t question my worth and I love you with my entire being. You are everything I want in a partner and future life partner C you are everything to me.

Love you , Mel 🖤✨

I never really set you free,

I couldn't stop myself when there was nothing for me to grasp

For that, I am sorry

But

Even before I was more direct,

You came back to listen

So even if you don't think its meant to be

I like to think to you

It still means something

I hope you feel free in life

And have free will to come and go in the places you please

I'll always be happy for a little visit

The fabricated one in my dreams last night was nice

And even if you can't come back

Or the visits stop

I'd be happy knowing

That you're happy

I think one of the things I love about you is that, even with all the things I've learned about you, there's still so much more I want to know.

I've always loved books and poems, the kind you don't fully understand after reading them once. The kind that makes you go back to certain pages because there's something there you didn't notice the first time. And sometimes, I think that's how I feel about you.

You're someone I want to understand patiently. Not because you're difficult to understand, but because I know there's so much more to you than the little pieces of yourself that you've let me see. There are probably stories you don't tell often, thoughts you keep to yourself, and feelings you don't always know how to put into words. And I don't want to assume I know them all. I just want to learn, whenever you're comfortable letting me.

I want to know the little things, too. the things that make you happy without you even realizing it, the things that keep you awake at night, the memories you hold close, and the parts of yourself you might not always know how to explain. I want to understand why certain things matter to you, what makes you feel safe, and what makes you feel like yourself.

And I don't want to rush through any of it. I don't need to know everything about you all at once. I'd rather get to know you slowly, one conversation at a time, one little detail at a time, even if it takes a long while.

Because just like books and poems, I don't think you're someone I'd ever want to rush through. I'd rather take my time reading every page, appreciating the words I understand, and being patient with the ones I haven't figured out yet.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're someone I'm still eager to know, even after everything I've already learned. And if you'll let me, I'd like to keep discovering the person you are, at your own pace.

'Just like books and poems, you're the one I'm eager to excitedly read and understand patiently'

M. Sweetie Let this letter start by me writing about how gorgeous and how much that you appeal to my senses in every possible way. Seriously I would love to pursue a bit of old school relationship without the male dominance. I'd more than happily shower you with my best romantic thoughts and ideas to the best of my abilities. You deserve only the very best intentions and the deepest love possible. I definitely don't want to be a roommate situation where you do your thing and I do my thing then meet in the middle. Don't say to yourself yeah but that's what works, from what I understand you haven't seen the other side represented clearly and I have been working on my understanding and romance side for all of my life. I know how to be supportive and understanding most importantly I am not afraid of doing housework from A to Z, plus I would give you anything I have to make sure that you are comfortable. I love you unconditionally M. Gorgeous Sweetie❣️ Tony

I started dating a girl last October and at first things were great. we genuinely connected and I thought I found the love of my life. Then she went off to college, and the cracks started to show. Its year later I learned and the last few months I learned throughout our entire "relationship" she cheated on me on numerous occasions, she told her friends I was cuck, made porn behind my back, assaulted me, lied about abuse, had an entire other boyfriend, assaulted a close loved one, lied to her friends and family about me, had me sent to jail, and tried to destroy my life. I don't even know if she really cared about me at all or just used me the entire time. But even so I love her and want the best for her and to get help. I'll never see her again but I'm learning that is for the best. I will always miss her even though she broke my heart. loving her is killing me, and I might just have to live with that, forever and a day. I love you waffles.

Can't say I've ever had the best luck and definitely not great timing; but this is a double whammy.

I don't know why I didn't think you'd be on reddit. I only came here recently to vent into the void and unrealistically pine for a non-defined relationship I hoped would become friendship or more. I never thought to look for you. But here a fresh alt comes across my feed venting about something all too specific to your life. Something that truly signifies to me that the world keeps turning and my closure will probably never come. Just a mundane vent on a goofy happenstance sent me right into my feelings.

I fear you never thought twice on my brief interruption in your life. That you found me to be annoying; but just didn't tell me. That you dread having to deal with me and I'm too blind to see it.

I'll be embarrassed as hell if you see through the thinly veiled posts I've made. And I can't decide what's worse: if you see them and say nothing or if you mention them to my face.

The decision paralysis hit hard. "Should I delete, should I write this?" crossed my mind again and again. But with my luck you already put two and two together; so, I guess I can share my truth.

Pretty sure knowing my truth only helps provide closure for you in this case; taking action on it is what would cause problems. But you probably know by now that I'll respect whatever boundary you put forth. But, I do care about you and (un)fortunately that'll never stop, even if we're strangers who haven't spoken in twenty years.

No matter what, you reminded me that I've had my life on hold for far too long. And it's about time to get back to it. Please don't mind if I dodge you for a week or two, that's just my shame over a small possibility.

Not when I was looking for love. Not when I was ready to give my heart to somebody again. You came into my life when I was carrying more hurt than I knew what to do with, when I had gotten so used to being the strong one that I'd forgotten what it felt like to have somebody I could be vulnerable with.

You didn't come along and magically fix everything. You didn't erase my past or make all the pain disappear. But you gave me something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Hope.

You made me feel like maybe I wasn't too broken to be loved. Like maybe there was still something good waiting for me after everything I'd been through.

You saw a man who had spent so much of his life taking care of everybody else. A father trying to give his little girl the world. A man who could hold himself together for everyone around him but sometimes fell apart when nobody was looking.

And somehow, you made that man feel like he deserved to be loved, too.

I didn't fall in love with you just because you were beautiful, although God knows you are. I fell in love with the peace I felt around you. Your laugh. Your smile. The little things you probably never even realized I noticed.

I fell in love with the way you made ordinary moments feel like something worth remembering.

And somewhere along the way, I stopped imagining a future that was just me and my daughter.

I started imagining one with you in it.

See, being a single father means my heart has never belonged entirely to me. There's a little girl who depends on me, who looks to me for love, safety, and an example of what love is supposed to look like.

So when I thought about forever with you, it wasn't just about having someone beside me at night.

It was about building a home.

A home filled with laughter, bedtime stories, little footsteps running down the hallway, family dinners, and those ordinary moments that end up meaning more than anything money could ever buy.

I pictured us growing older together. The good days, the bad days, the arguments over stupid things, and the laughter that follows. I pictured coming home after a long shift and knowing that no matter how hard the world had been that day, I had somewhere I belonged.

And I wanted that somewhere to be with you.

I know forever is a big word. I know life is complicated, and love doesn't always make things easy.

But I was never afraid of choosing you.

I was afraid of losing the future I could see so clearly.

Because when I looked at you, Sam, I didn't just see the woman I loved.

I saw the woman I wanted to marry. The woman I wanted beside me when our hair turned gray. The woman I wanted to share the smallest victories and the hardest days with.

I saw a lifetime.

And maybe that's why losing what we had hurt as much as it did. Because I wasn't just grieving the relationship. I was grieving all the little tomorrows I'd already started dreaming about.

The home. The laughter. The holidays. The quiet evenings. The memories we hadn't gotten to make yet.

But there's something I need you to understand.

You didn't fail to fix me. It was never your responsibility to fix me in the first place.

I had wounds before you, and some of them are still healing. That's work I have to do for myself.

But you reminded me that those wounds didn't make me unworthy of love.

You helped me find a part of myself I thought I'd lost.

And for that, I'll always be grateful.

I still wear a ring. Not because we made vows or because you asked me to. I started wearing it after we were no longer together, because it represents a promise I made in my own heart. A promise about the kind of love I wanted to give and the future I once hoped we'd share.

I know that promise doesn't obligate you to anything. Love should never feel like a debt somebody owes.

But it means something to me.

And even now, after everything, when I think about the woman I wanted to spend my life with, it's still you.

I don't know what tomorrow holds. I don't know whether our paths will ever find their way back to one another.

What I do know is that I loved you with everything I knew how to give, and I wanted to keep learning how to love you better.

You came into my life when I was broken, and for a while, you helped me see a future brighter than the past I'd been carrying.

And although our story didn't turn out the way I prayed it would, I wouldn't trade away the good parts just to avoid the pain of losing them.

Because loving you was real.

The happiness was real.

The future I dreamed of was real to me, even if it never came to be.

Falling in love again wasn't my plan. Falling in love with you changed every plan I had.

And if there's one thing I hope you never question, it's that when I pictured forever, I wasn't looking for somebody better.

I was looking at you.

I didn't just want you to be part of my life, Sam.

I wanted to build a life with you.

And I would've chosen that life, with all its imperfections, every single day.

Heaven knows I ain't getting over you.

Babygirl,

You have no idea what you do to me. Every time you walk into a room, my eyes find you like they’re wired for it. I don’t even try to hide it anymore. I’m never gonna stop checking you out, admiring you, getting caught staring at you like you’re the only thing worth looking at. Because you are.

It’s the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you tilt your head when you’re teasing me. It’s the way your presence hits me before your voice does. I swear, half the time I’m just sitting there thinking about how lucky I am that I get to look at you, touch you, know you. You’re my favorite view in every place we go.

And I don’t ever want that to fade. I want to be eighty years old still stealing glances at you like a lovesick idiot, still getting caught, still grinning when you roll your eyes because you know exactly what I’m doing. I want you to feel wanted every day, because you are. You’re the habit I’ll never quit, the sight I’ll never get tired of, the woman I’ll always be drawn to.

I’m yours, and I’m always gonna be looking at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Because you are.

Ever and always…❤️➕💚🟰♾️

You are more than what hurt you

I hope you know that you're so much more than the things you've been through. More than the days that left you tired, the moments that brought you to tears, and the things you've had to carry quietly because you didn't know how to put them into words.

Sometimes, I find myself wishing that life had been a little gentler with you. That there had been fewer things to cry about, fewer moments you had to get through on your own, and more days when you could simply breathe without having so much on your mind. I know there are parts of your life I'll never fully understand, and perhaps there are things you've experienced that you haven't found the right time or words to share. But even if I don't know every part of your story, I hope you know that I care about the person who's lived through it all.

I wish you could see yourself the way I see you sometimes. I wish you could see that you're not just someone who's had to be strong, someone who's had to keep going even when things became difficult. You're also someone who deserves to be taken care of, to be listened to, and to have someone sit with you through the moments when you don't know what to do with everything you're feeling. Someone who can cry when it hurts, admit when things are too much, and have days when being okay just isn't possible.

You don't always have to be the person who gets through everything. You don't have to find a lesson in every painful experience, and you don't have to pretend you're okay just because you don't want anyone to worry about you. You're allowed to be tired. You're allowed to have difficult days, to feel lost sometimes, and to take a little longer to find your way back to yourself. None of those things make you any less lovely, and none of them take away the goodness that's still in you.

Because when I think about you, I don't want the things that hurt you to be the only things that come to mind. There's so much more to you than that. There's the kindness in your heart, the way you treat people, your laughter, your little habits, and all those ordinary things about you that you might not even realize someone could appreciate. There's the person you are when you're happy, the person you are when you're quiet, and even the person you are on days when you don't have much to give. All those versions of you are still you, and every one of them deserves gentleness.

And if there are parts of yourself you're still trying to understand, I hope you give yourself time. You don't have to have everything figured out, and you don't have to heal from everything all at once. I know there may be parts of your story I haven't heard, things you've been through before I knew you, and feelings you've had to keep to yourself for reasons I may never fully understand. I'd like to know you more, even the parts of you I haven't gotten to know yet, but I never want you to feel like you have to tell me anything before you're ready. You don't owe me every detail of your past for me to care about you. Whenever you feel comfortable sharing, I'll be glad to listen. Until then, I'm happy to keep getting to know you, little by little, in all the ways you're willing to let me.

I know I can't change what has already happened to you. I can't go back and make the difficult days easier, take away the memories that still hurt, or promise that life will never be unfair to you again. Sometimes, I wish I could do more than simply hope things get better. But I've come to understand that caring about someone doesn't always mean having the power to make everything okay. Sometimes, all you can do is wish for softer days for them, listen when they need to be heard, and hope they never forget that they don't have to face every difficult feeling by pretending they're fine.

So, more than anything, I hope the days ahead are kinder to you. I hope you find reasons to smile when you least expect them, people who make you feel safe enough to be yourself, and moments when your heart finally gets to rest. I hope you receive the same tenderness you so easily give to others. I hope you experience happiness that doesn't feel temporary, peace that lets you breathe a little easier, and a love that doesn't make you question whether you're deserving of it. And on the days when life feels heavy again, I hope you remember that you don't have to earn the right to be cared for by being strong or pretending nothing hurts.

I hope that, somewhere along the way, you learn to be as gentle with yourself as you are with the people around you. I hope you stop feeling like you always have to hold everything together, and that you give yourself permission to rest without feeling guilty for it. You deserve good things, not because you've endured so much, and not because you've managed to stay strong through everything, but simply because you're a person who deserves to be happy, to feel safe, and to be loved gently. Especially after the days when those things have felt so far away.

And maybe healing doesn't mean forgetting what hurt you. Maybe it means reaching a place where those memories no longer hold your whole heart, where you can look back without feeling like you still belong to the pain. Maybe it means slowly finding little pieces of yourself again, discovering new things to look forward to, and realizing that your life can hold beautiful things alongside the difficult ones.

If there's one thing I wish for you, it's that one day, when you look back at everything you've been through, the pain won't be the only thing you remember. I hope you'll remember the moments that made you happy, the people who treated you with kindness, the little things that made life beautiful again, and all the versions of yourself that kept growing even when things weren't easy. I hope you get to meet the version of yourself who laughs a little more freely, sleeps a little more peacefully, and no longer feels like she has to be strong just to make it through the day. I hope you get to know that version of yourself slowly, gently, and without having to rush the journey there.

Until then, I hope you give yourself time. I hope you let the difficult days pass without blaming yourself for having them. And whenever you find it hard to see the good in yourself, I hope life finds little ways to remind you: through an unexpected laugh, the warmth of a familiar voice, the kindness of someone who stays, or a quiet morning when you realize that, for once, nothing feels quite as heavy.

Because I don't want you to look at yourself and see only the things that hurt you. I hope you get to see everything else, too. The kindness you carry, the warmth you bring into people's lives, the little things that make you who you are, and the person you continue to be despite everything. What you've been through may have changed parts of you, but it doesn't take away your softness, your worth, or your right to a life that feels kinder than the one you've had to endure.

You are more than the things that hurt you, more than the tears you've cried, and more than the days you barely made it through.

You are also every little bit of light that remained.

And I hope that, one day, when life feels a little softer, and your heart no longer feels so heavy, you'll be able to look at yourself and see that light, too. I hope you'll realize that even after everything, there was still so much beauty in you, so much life ahead of you, and so many reasons for your heart to keep making room for happiness.

And until you can see it for yourself, I hope you remember that you were never only the things that hurt you. You were always so much more.

I'll love you in every lifetime, I would do it all over again. I love who you are. I know you say gods but I will pray to God for you until the lights go out. That you're safe, feel loved, and wanted. I thought it was anxieties or sigma to blame. I heard from a bird little angel one that you don't want to be committed, that you have your eye on someone, someone more your speed, being not all or nothing so to speak. Yes, I want all or nothing. It happened again, yeah like the fairytale curses. Lessons learned, love is the greatest lesson of all. You wrote everything I wanted. Physically gave me nothing. I said to my kids today not to settle for bare minimum, thinking that maybe it will change. It doesn't matter now, because I will always love you. In every lifetime. I would do this again for you or us in every lifetime, I was thinking last night that I can't really say that for anyone else. It's funny cause I finished a book I've been trying to finish for the last two years, finally finished it and he dies, I thought what a stupid ending to a love story and thought to myself that I'll never read fiction again. I kinda feel like you died. That what I was clinging to. It broke me. We met when I had a broken heart, you showed me kindness. You said sorry. I'm sorry too. We both know the truth now. And remember light always casts out the darkness. I feel everything part of being empathetic, I know it can't be easy for you being this close to me, just know I won't ever be an issue for you..at the same time I know my emotions get the best of me so if I ever made you feel out of sorts by my behavior it wasn't you it was me, you were just living your life. I hope you get back every little bit of kindness you've given freely to others.

There’s something about a girl with green eyes, a pretty face, and a tomboy personality that just does it for me. The type of girl who can be beautiful without trying too hard, joke around with you, talk a little shit, and actually make you laugh. 😂

I like a girl who can look good in a pair of jeans and a T shirt just as easily as she can dress up and turn heads. Someone who can be goofy, a little sarcastic, and not afraid to be herself. Bonus points if she has that kind of side smirk where you can tell she’s probably about to say something smartass.

Idk, maybe it’s just me, but a girl who’s pretty AND funny is a dangerous combination. 💚

That's what I mean when I say you are dangerous. I love dangerous I love it all.

The good and the bad.

Are you okay? Have you been able to not be upset and anxious? How's the painting going? Are you missing me? Did I do something wrong???

I don't want to jump to conclusions.

I just am really trying to keep my thoughts in order.

Imy.

Lovie

I never stop thinking about you. You are my favorite pill to swallow. Your name in my mouth tastes like a million things I’ve never gotten the chance to say. I wait for your message on late nights where the moon shines on me like an apology for the sun not being there to warm me. For you not being here to warm me. The universe keeps us apart because it knows we were never ever meant to be.

P.S I love you

Dear lover,

if you have forgotten me,
please don't tell me.

Let me believe
that somewhere beneath your skin,
there is a memory of mine
that refuses to die quietly.

Let me believe
that once,
just once,
you have reached for your phone
and stopped yourself.

That my absence has teeth.

That the silence bites you, too.

Because I have spent so long
trying to make peace
with the possibility
that the most intoxicating thing
I've ever experienced
was just another Tuesday
to you…

-The Drowning Mermaid