I hope, no matter what the world tries to shape you into being, you never forget your uniqueness, your difference, your spark.
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.
A man who loves you won’t darken your brilliance, but let your two souls—together—illuminate the sky.
Perfect. There’s that word again just lingering. Lingering like the words you struggle to say.
Be with someone who never makes you feel less, but rather someone who insists you are always more than you think.
Promise to be so strong that you will outshine those who do not see your brilliance. Promise to be so free that no one can look at you and not see a beautiful, unbound life.
You are thankful for music, for long nights, early mornings and days filled with possibility. You marvel and cherish every genuine, authentic connection you make with the souls of others, and know that their presence in your life is proof that miracles exist.
You’ve built your home in my heart, but like a stubborn child, you’re trying to prove that you can live so far away from where you belong.
I hope you become the light I see in you – the light that brightens rooms, lifts spirits, warms hearts. The light that has been inside you all this time.
You are part of something wondrous, you, yourself, are wondrous.