To be loved is to be seen.
Not just looked at,
not just noticed in passing,
but truly seen—
as you are,
in the raw, imperfect light of your being.
It is to have your flaws recognized
and embraced,
your wounds acknowledged,
yet not turned away from.

Love is not blind;
it gazes straight into the soul,
where the truths you hide reside—
the fears, the doubts,
the cracks you hope no one notices.
And instead of recoiling,
it stays.
It says, I see you,
and you are enough.

To be loved is to be understood
without needing to...