Two hearts on one journey 🫂🌎

Chapter 4: The Heartbeat Between Us🫀

Every day that I spend with you, my heart beats a little easier. You're my safe place, the warmth I never knew I needed, and the peace I wasn't sure I could ever find.

I've been carrying a lot with me—things that, for so long, I couldn't bring myself to talk about. Some days, the weight of my past feels too heavy, like a storm that won't pass. And while you've never asked me to share these parts of myself, you've created a space where I can, and that means everything to me.

I've been through things I wouldn't wish on anyone. There was a time when I didn't think love could be anything but pain. I didn't know that it could feel warm, kind, and gentle, the way you make me feel now. My past is full of scars—some visible, others deep inside where no one can see.

There was a time when someone I thought loved me hit me. I can still feel the sting of his fists, the weight of every punch that shattered something in me. He would hit me over and over, until my head bled, and all I could do was wonder what I had done to deserve such violence. And yet, even when he was gone, I couldn't escape the feeling that maybe I was broken—that maybe I wasn't worthy of anything different.

And it doesn't end there. I remember being a child, just six years old, when the world first showed me its darkest side. The horror of that experience, the betrayal of trust, has haunted me in ways I've never fully expressed. That pain, that violation, it's something I carry with me, even when I try to forget.

For so long, I believed that love and pain were inseparable. That the violence, the mistreatment, the trauma, were somehow part of the deal. I thought that was all I could expect from life, that it was my fate to carry this burden alone. But then, I met you.

You came into my life like the softest light after years of darkness. You didn't know the extent of the scars, the memories, or the tears that filled my nights, but you treated me with the kind of love I never thought I could have. And slowly, bit by bit, you've helped me heal.

You've shown me that love isn't supposed to hurt. It isn't supposed to tear me down or make me feel small. It's supposed to lift me up, to heal the broken pieces, and to remind me that I'm worthy of gentleness, kindness, and all the good things life has to offer.

And so, with you, I've learned that I'm not defined by my past. That I am not the sum of my trauma or my pain. I am someone who is capable of loving deeply and being loved deeply, because you showed me how.

I know there will still be days when the shadows of my past come creeping in, when the weight of what I've been through feels like too much. But with you by my side, I feel stronger. I feel like I can face anything.

And for that, I will be eternally grateful. You've turned my world from something broken into something beautiful, something whole.

So, when I say "I love you," I want you to know it's not just a simple phrase. It's a declaration of everything you've helped me become—a person who can love freely, without fear, without hesitation, because you've helped me heal the deepest parts of me.

Thank you for being the light in my darkness. Thank you for loving me, even when I can't❤️‍🩹