I will become the love I did not receive—the gentle words I longed to hear, the steady hand I wished had held mine. I will be the patience I once begged for, the embrace I never found, the kindness I searched for in empty spaces. I will carry these within me, until I become the love I so yearn for. What I lacked will no longer be a wound that defines me, but a seed I nurture, blooming into a love that is whole, healing, and enough.











