Look what you’ve done, mom. Look how far you’ve come, how far we’ve come. From the blackness came light, from despair grew hope, and although you lost some battles, we won the war.
I am going to risk my heart for you, and I am not going to be afraid.
It certainly wasn’t brave of me to absolutely collapse as soon as the negative comments came pouring though. I ended up hibernating in bed, the duvet covering my shame, my body convulsing with the heaviness of tears trying their hardest to escape.
You don’t let go of someone who gives you the same protective feeling as that blanket you had as a kid. You don’t let go of someone who’s kept you safe.
Bravery is believing that tomorrow can be better, even when it seems like you are surrounded by darkness on all sides.
You faced fears, challenged boundaries, and worked hard when it mattered most. That makes you brave.
Your past may have built you but it never reduced you, it never spoiled your potential — it only ever added to it, it only ever made you stronger, more deserving of a love that loves you back.
Worn is the one who sleeps yet never rests. His dreams are a minefield of memories.
“What makes you vulnerable, makes you beautiful.”
Love is being acutely aware of how quickly someone could ruin you.