Siobhan Byrd

I am choosing to love you despite how afraid my heart is.

Tell him you love him beyond what words can describe. Tell him you love him with a certainty that scares you. Tell him you love him with every single fiber of your being and deep down to your core.

I just want it to be like old times where it is quiet, almost serene, as if nothing exists but the here and now.

You were someone who always made sure I was okay. Someone who attempted to heal my loneliness and the gaping void in my heart.

That’s the meaning of love. When you see someone in a vulnerable state, when their eyes are cast downwards from being ashamed of who they are, that’s when you love them harder. When I am embarrassed of simply being myself, he quietly mumbles to me, “I love you for you.”

Your love and respect wasn’t earned but given freely; you had so much confidence in people, and you gave it willingly

Your partner lets you cry on their shoulder. They empathize with your suffering and pain and have compassion towards whatever mood or situation you are in. 

I regret leaving and especially the pain that ensued. I regret the damage that I’ve done to the life of another.

It remembers the nights we talked endlessly under the stars and the expanse of the universe. Where you held me in your arms and we cuddled until we fell asleep.

It is okay to want someone who brings support and encouragement. It is okay to want someone who values you, someone who teaches you self-respect, and someone who inspires you to invest in your own development.

I’ve realized that while yes, I do love you, love is more than just wanting to be with someone; it’s about caring about another person’s happiness more than your own.

In all honesty, I have to undoubtedly admit that I don’t think I’m over you yet, but life carries on, and like the old adage goes, time will heal all wounds.