I Won't Paint You As Fully Healed Because Your Beauty Lies In The Process, Not Perfection.

Dearest, your life is yours. Let that sink in. The people in your life are people in your life. You are whole on your own. You do not need anyone to make you whole. Your happiness should come from you. You're allowed to make connections and cherish people, but dearest, come from a place of wholeness, not dependency.

You're not selfish for protecting your own heart.

You're not cold for honoring your limits.

You're not unloving for needing space to breathe.

You’re healing.

And every time you choose yourself, even through guilt, you teach your brain a new language:

Love doesn’t mean abandoning myself.

Love can include me.

And my love includes me.

btw, it's called the soldierhood of love.

Calm dear heart, calm.

You've weathered storms before.

You'll weather this one too.

Calm dear heart, calm.

For now, it's the sort of winter that freezes the tip of your nose but does nothing to your bones.

For now, I am content.

Forgive, because you deserve peace.

Thoughtful and gentle and sweet. Wild and reckless and loud. Emotions and words and actions.

that's it, i want a me for me.

at this point, ill take her for the still healing soul she is. but oh to have her, i want to experience just that.

Time is unraveling and it's terrifying.