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To Be Known and Still Loved

by | Nov 14, 2021 | Journal

When you submit yourself to someone, you become so fragile that you give them the permission to completely destroy you – body, mind, and soul. Yet you trust them enough to nurture you like a flower.

You give them everything there is of you to give. You strip your masks off, expose your scars and imperfections, all the while believing that they will accept you with the kind of love that will heal each broken bone.

And when they do, it takes you by surprise. You cry like a baby because you’ve never felt so loved before and this is what you’ve been missing out on. Certainly not what you expected, but everything you’ve hoped for. 

This is it, you say. So you close your eyes. Take all of it in. You’re finally home.

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