A Love Letter To Myself From My Heart
I deserve a love that does not scare me. A love that doesn’t raise its voice or its hand or its judgment when I stumble, but instead sits beside me and says, “It’s okay. We all fall sometimes — let’s figure it out together.” I deserve a love that doesn’t compare me to anyone else, because I am not meant to be a copy. I am a masterpiece of my own making, and I don’t need to compete to be worthy. I deserve a love that feels like a beautiful winter morning, when the world is quiet and I can stay in bed, warm and unbothered. A love that lets me rest. That lets me feel. That says, “It’s okay not to be okay today.” I deserve a love that doesn’t keep a record of my mistakes and throw them at me every time I speak up. A love that doesn’t shame me into silence, but trusts that my voice matters. I deserve a love that listens. That puts the phone down when I speak. That hears my heart even when I don’t have the words. A love that doesn’t scroll past my pain. I deserve a love that gives...