I love you.
Truly. Deeply. Without conditions.

Not because you’re perfect — but because you’re real.
Because you feel things others run from.
Because you carry so much and still keep going.
Because there’s a beauty in you that no one can take or replace.

I love the way your heart still hopes,
even when it’s been bruised.
I love your fire — and your softness.
Your silence. Your strength. Your story.

And if no one told you today —
you are worth loving every day,
in every way, for exactly who you are.

Not when you’re stronger.
Not when you’re healed.
Now.
Right now.

You are loved.
And you always will be.