This Is Love

It’s not in the grand gestures

or the promises made in fleeting moments.

It’s in the way they see you -

all of you.

Not just the parts you let them see,

but the broken edges,

the quiet doubts,

the raw edges of your soul

you don’t even have the words for.

They see those, too.

And they stay.

They don’t just love the idea of you -

the version that fits neatly into their world.

They love the real you,

the you that cries when no one’s looking,

the you that’s messy and uncertain,

the you that’s terrified to need someone.

And when you let them in,

they don’t walk away.

They hold you,

in your truth.

They know that loving you is not about convenience.

It’s not about what they get

or how easy it is to love you when you’re whole,

or when you fit into the little box they’ve built for you.

No.

They love you in the moments when you fall apart -

when your voice cracks

and your heart breaks in a thousand tiny pieces.

They love you then.

They choose to stay,

even when the weight of your pain is more than they ever expected.

They know your silence is not indifference,

your tears are not weakness.

Your hurt is not a burden.

And when you are trembling,

they are there -

not to fix you,

but to sit with you,

to hold the space for you to fall apart

without shame.

They don’t tell you you’re too much.

They don’t label your pain as “too sensitive,”

your anger as “too dramatic.”

They know your emotions are not too much -

they are the depth of your humanity.

A map of your heart,

that they are willing to study

even when it’s painful.

Even when it’s hard.

Because they understand this:

to love you is to understand your language

without expecting you to change it.

To hear the things you cannot say,

to see the parts of you that even you have forgotten.

They don’t rush through your stories -

they stop,

they listen,

they make room for the mess,

the chaos,

the beauty in your scars.

They make you feel safe.

Safe to be you -

to let your heart spill out without fear

that it will be dismissed,

ignored,

trivialized.

In their presence,

your voice matters.

Your soul matters.

Your every breath matters.

And when the world tells you that your emotions

are too much to bear,

they’ll remind you:

You are never too much.

You are worthy of all the love,

all the space,

all the room to feel.

And in the quiet moments,

when everything is falling apart,

they won’t run.

They will pull you in,

hold you in the storm,

because they know that when they love you,

they are loving the parts of you

no one else ever dares to touch.

A love like this doesn’t just show up -

it arrives with intention,

with purpose,

with hands open and arms wide,

offering you the world

without hesitation.

And when you wonder if you’ve been too much,

or too broken,

or too lost to be loved,

they will hold you close

and whisper the truth:

You were never too much.

You were always enough.

You always will be. ❤️