You may be sensitive, but you’re a damn fighter. You’re strong. You have a backbone, a brain, and a heart that is forever absorbing the energy from the people around you.
Let love transform you, not define you. Let love bloom within you, not build your sense of self. Let love teach you, not tell you how to live. Let love become a part of you, not your identity.
These girls know how to love furiously and passionately and chaotically, they know that sometimes love is not what it had promised to be, sometimes it isn’t even close.
No man who loves you will make you feel as if you’re compromising yourself to be with him. Because that’s not love, that’s manipulation.
I am not the girl you get to hold for a moment, then let go of. The girl whose worth is determined by the eagerness of your hands.
I’m always going to be that first text. The one doing double takes looking at my phone. The one who answers quickly regardless of how much time you let pass. The one who sucks at hiding emotions.
You were one of the brave ones, fighting for love in a world that’s searching so desperately for it, but hides nonetheless.
Who you are is valid.
The way you love is pure.
When you fall for someone, you fall hard. You’re a hopeless romantic at heart. And you truly do believe that love is still out there, just waiting for you to find it.
Your only crime is that you care, that you understand that in order to receive love, you must be able to give love.