Let my heart take risks and get hurt.
Do not be afraid.
I don’t feel sorry for my authenticity. I am not ashamed of my rawness and transparency. I don’t mind showing everyone my originality.
I know my worth. And I’m worthy of real love.
You feel like everyone’s problems are your problems to fix.
In a world where people are so damn scared to love, you never change.
Please don’t see my kindness as insecurity, my giving nature as overcompensation, my willingness to trust as desperation.
You have a big heart, a beautiful heart, a bleeding heart. One that keeps opening and widening and re-stitching itself after brokenness
You don’t have to be sorry for the girl who loves, who loves to love, who will continue to love, even after she is broken.
In this world of half-love and fear of commitments, in this world of ‘just talking’ and having a ‘thing’ rather than dating, in this world of people skirting around their emotions—you are perfectly enough.