I have been reflecting a lot lately about the complexities of love, as well as my own capacity to give and receive it. I know I am by no means an easy person to be around. I come with baggage, challenges, and a personality that doesn't always wear well. I often worry that it feels like trying to hold onto the wind-it's hard, exhausting, perhaps impossible. But I hope not.
A few, however, might still try. Not that I deserve it, but that is my hope-to be loved for at least enough to outweigh the trouble I bring.
I would love to be a comfort, a peaceful presence, and bring joy to each other's lives. I hope we can share laughter, simple pleasures, and a deep understanding of each other.
And above all else, I hope you never doubt your decision to love me, ever. That you find in me a steady, deep, and unwavering love. A love that makes the world feel a little less daunting.
I hope that loving me doesn't hurt.
