{"id":3200,"date":"2025-04-07T12:33:45","date_gmt":"2025-04-07T12:33:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3200"},"modified":"2025-04-07T12:33:48","modified_gmt":"2025-04-07T12:33:48","slug":"thank-you-for-loving-me-when-i-was-too-tired-to-love-myself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/thank-you-for-loving-me-when-i-was-too-tired-to-love-myself\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Thank You for Loving Me When I Was Too Tired to Love Myself.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><em>The one who stayed when life got loud and silent all at once.<\/em><\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p>You didn\u2019t walk in when things were perfect,<br>you showed up when life was messy,<br>when my smile was heavy,<br>and my words were too tired to speak.<br>You didn\u2019t ask me to explain the storm,<br>you just stood next to me and held the umbrella,<br>sometimes silently\u2026<br>and that, to me, was everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You\u2019ve seen me at my lowest,<br>and never once used it against me.<br>You\u2019ve watched me break,<br>then helped me gather the pieces,<br>not because you had to,<br>but because that&#8217;s just who you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You\u2019ve laughed with me until we couldn\u2019t breathe,<br>cried with me when I was too tired to hide the pain,<br>believed in me on days I couldn&#8217;t see anything good in myself.<br>That kind of loyalty?<br>That kind of love?<br>It\u2019s rare\u2026 and I don\u2019t take it for granted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You don\u2019t just know my story,<br>you\u2019ve walked through the chapters with me.<br>You\u2019ve celebrated my wins like they were yours,<br>and never kept score when life pulled me back.<br>You were there when I had nothing to offer but presence,<br>and you called that enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Even in the quiet seasons,<br>when words are few and life gets busy,<br>you remain constant.<br>You don\u2019t love me for the version that shines,<br>you love me even when I\u2019m dim,<br>confused, tired, or moody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And that\u2019s the kind of friendship<br>that books try to describe<br>and movies try to capture,<br>but I get to live it every day because of you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Here\u2019s to you,<br>my confidant, my laughter partner,<br>my voice of reason when I lose my way,<br>my shelter when things feel too loud.<br>Thank you for showing me<br>that real friendship isn\u2019t just about showing up,<br>it\u2019s about staying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Forever grateful.<br>Forever yours,<br>your best friend,<br>who doesn\u2019t always say it,<br>but truly means it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/\">Walking Shadow Poetry &#8211; Grow from what\u2019s meant to kill you.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.tiktok.com\/@walkingshadowpoetry\">Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya (@walkingshadowpoetry) | TikTok<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"WALKING SHADOW POETRY by Precious Owoko\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/6rUm2y-pNsE?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The one who stayed when life got loud and silent all at once. 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