They think youre beautiful, stains and all.
I hope you find a love that meets you at your mess.
I hope its the kind of love that offers you a sleeve when theres no tissue around.
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I hope you find a love that meets you at your mess.
I hope they take the time to talk to you about whats going on in your heart and head.
I hope they speak confidence over you when your psyche tries to whisper doubt into your ear.
I hope they hold your flashlight for you as you make your way out of the dark.
I hope they find ways to bring you joy, and I hope they share that joy with you.
I hope you find a love that recognizes that the mess of love is beautiful.
Its crying and its laughing.
Its dancing and its singing.
Its sleeping through your alarm in the morning and staying up late to talk at night.
Its quiet times of solitude, and yet the knowledge that youre never truly alone.
Its confidence and comfort.
Its compassion and its truth.
It sees the shadows and the light.
Its able to speak the truth but not sit in judgment.
Its imperfect, and its perfect.
Its tiny victories and giant leaps of faith.
