You deserve the kind of love that doesn't flinch in the face of your shadows- the love that sees the cracks in your armor and knows that even those are beautiful. Yet, for so long, you walked through the world as though you are an apology. You stood at the door of love, knocking softly, too afraid to demand to be let in, all the while convincing yourself that the ache of being ignored was normal.

But it wasn't.

One day, the truth struck you like lightning- unforgiving, blinding, and irrefutable. You deserved better. You deserved more than half-hearted efforts and fleeting affections. You deserved the kind of love that stays.

That truth didn't feel like salvation. It felt like grief. It tore through you, unearthing every instance when you had accepted less- every time you had mistaken scraps for a feast. The realization was a storm that left you trembling, drenched in the rawness of what you had been denied.

It hurt so much because you were finally admitting to yourself that the love you had given so freely was never wrong. You weren't too much; they were too small. You weren't hard to love; they were just unwilling to learn the language your heart speaks.

You deserve a love that matches your depth, that mirrors the galaxies you carry within. You deserve arms that hold you not just when it's easy, but also when the weight of the world bends your spine.

It is a cruel kind of beauty to realize what you've been starved of. But it is also a beginning. Because now, you will no longer apologize for wanting love that doesn't hurt, for desiring devotion that feels like sunlight, not a storm.

Now, you know-

You are enough. You have always been enough. And one day, the love you've waited for- the love you've deserved all along will find you with wide, open doors.