I love you…
More than words could ever fully explain.
At first, I didn’t believe I could love again,
because life, over time, had taught me how to build walls,
not bridges.
You see, I had been broken not once,
but too many times to still count.
And honestly, I had lost hope,
lost pieces of myself in people who didn’t stay,
in promises that turned into silence,
in dreams that folded under the weight of disappointment.
But then, you came.
Not with loud declarations,
not with big parades,
but quietly…
and at just the right time,
when I had given up even praying for a miracle.
You didn’t just love the parts of me that were easy.
Instead, you loved the flaws too.
You waited when others rushed,
you understood when others judged,
you stayed when it was easier to walk away.
If I could rewind my life,
start again at the crossroads of choosing,
I would still choose you,
even if it meant fighting for you all over again.
And if life asked me to vote for my happiness,
believe me,
I would steal ballots just to make sure
your name stayed at the top.
You taught me to be patient with myself,
because you were patient with me.
You taught me to be kinder to my own reflection,
because you looked at me like I was worth loving.
Even when I forgot myself,
you remembered me.
Because of you,
I stopped apologizing for the cracks in my soul.
I stopped hiding the pieces that didn’t seem perfect.
You helped me see that even my brokenness
could be beautiful in the right hands.
Bit by bit,
you built me back,
without rushing,
without forcing,
without expecting me to be anything other than what I already was — enough.
And so,
I became stronger.
Not because you completed me,
but because you showed me
that I was already whole.
I just needed someone to remind me.
I love you,
not because you saved me,
but because you taught me how to save myself.
Not because you made me feel less alone,
but because you made me love my own company again.
If there’s anything I never want to forget,
it’s how you loved me,
loudly, silently, patiently, fiercely.
By the way,
thank you for loving me,
even when I couldn’t yet love myself.
And if anyone asks what love looks like,
I’ll tell them,
It looks a lot like you.
You are still worthy of love by walking shadow poetry
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