Welcome back,
My love.
This is a love letter,
Not to another,
But to the version of you that stayed too long,
Who gave too much,
Who tried so hard to be enough for someone who was never going to meet you.
This is a letter for the part of you that thought that if you loved harder,
You would finally be chosen.
This is for the ache that grew in silence,
The shrinking,
The spiralling,
The fear,
The fight,
The desperate hope,
But you didn't break because of them,
You cracked because it was time to,
Because there was a deeper truth waiting underneath it all.
They kept needing space,
So you abandoned your needs.
They kept shutting down,
So you got louder.
They pulled away,
So you clung tighter.
You always thought that love was about holding on,
Not giving up,
But love,
Real love,
Does not require you to disappear.
And what hurt you the most wasn't their distance,
It was the way that you abandoned yourself to try and close it.
You thought their withdrawal meant you weren't enough,
But your body always knew better.
It whispered truth through every pang of anxiety,
Every restless night,
Every knot in your chest.
You weren't meant to fix their fear.
You weren't meant to prove your worth through their presence.
You were meant to remember yourself,
And now,
My love,
You have.
You've sat with the grief,
You've faced the ache,
You've stopped performing for love and turned that devotion inward.
You no longer chase the wounds within you,
You no longer bargain for your worth.
You are not that anxious girl anymore.
You are the woman who came through the fire,
Whole,
Worthy,
Unshakable,
Rooted in self.
You're no longer waiting to be chosen,
You're already chosen,
By you.
Not because someone stayed,
But because finally,
You stopped leaving yourself.
Just breathe for a moment.
Just let that truth fill every cell of your being,
For you are safe now.
Not because the world promised to never hurt you,
But because you promised to never abandon yourself again.
And somewhere,
Maybe far away,
They are healing too,
But this journey,
This homecoming,
It's yours.
May you always return to you.
May you always listen in.
May you always love yourself first.
Thank you for being here and joining me,
And thank you for remembering who you are.
