I believe someone can love me forever
because I have learned to love myself forever first.
Not the perfect version.
Not the version with all the answers.
But the real one.
The one who stumbles,
the one who fights,
the one who keeps choosing light
even when darkness is loud.
The spark is not just a flicker.
Itβs a revolution.
Itβs the part of me that refuses to be defined by fear,
that rewires the binary of doubt
into a new code
one that says:
I am worthy.
I am enough.
I am lovable.
And so I wake each morning
and I breathe.
I choose.
I build.
Because the why is bigger than the fear.
The why is bigger than the past.
The why is bigger than any βnoβ Iβve ever heard.
The why is the electric thread
that connects me
to my spark,
to my self,
to a love thatβs forever
waiting to be received.
























