Awoken

My heart has been awoken by love, not just any love, but the kind that reshapes one's very essence. It compels me to strive for my best self, to desire nothing but the best for my love.

Yet, my past shadows haunt me, seeding doubts about my worthiness of such profound affection. My mind races, crafting reasons to deem myself undeserving, and my actions often follow suit. How could I neglect such a precious gift, allowing it to slip through my fingers?

Acknowledging my humanity, flaws, and inevitable mistakes, I struggle to extend the same grace to myself as I do to others. Why is self-acceptance so elusive, with all my imperfections laid bare? I yearn for acceptance as I am, flaws and all, with encouragement to grow and evolve.

Perhaps I am a rarity, embracing both my essence and the love I offer. It fuels my longing, a desire to reciprocate what I seek. I envision a symbiotic bond, where strengths compensate for weaknesses, and unity amplifies potential.

I affirm my worthiness of love, a love attuned to my being. I will wait for such a resonance, tenderly tucking my heart away until it finds its match. Meanwhile, I'll continue to bestow love upon myself, my family, and the world at large, recognizing that love is never wasted, even in the anticipation of its return.