13. the way you make me feel enough, just as i am.
you never ask me to change or become someone else. you don't love some perfect version of me— you love me. the real, unfiltered, sometimes-messy, chaotic, insecure, and vulnerable me. the me that worries, overthinks, and stumbles. the me that isn't always put together. and yet, you love me more for all of it. that kind of love— love that sees all of my flaws and still chooses me every single day is something so rare, so precious. it's a kind of love that i know i'll never find again, and it’s something i will hold in my heart forever.