You’ve been strong for so long,
even when no one saw the weight.
You’ve smiled through storms,
held others while your own heart broke quietly.

But listen—
you were never meant to be an afterthought
in your own story.

You deserve the kind of love
you give so freely.
The gentle words,
the soft spaces,
the time to breathe and just be.

You don’t have to prove your worth
by being everything for everyone.
You already are enough—
not when you’re better,
not when you’ve healed,
but now.
Even in the mess.
Especially in the mess.

You’re allowed to rest.
To let go.
To choose yourself.

This world is better
because you are in it—
not just for what you do,
but for who you are
when you’re just being you.

So love yourself
like you would a child,
a friend,
a soul who’s learning
and still shining
even on the hardest days.

Because you are love.
And you have always
been worthy of your own.

Fate gently played its hand,
And gave us to the days—
The days that kept us apart.
But I quietly hope someday,
Fate will bring us close again,
And the days will softly witness our love.