Where Love Heals

I have known a kind of pain that could have split me in two—something sharp, something relentless—but I am still here. I survived because I refused to surrender to the darkness, even when it whispered that it would be easier to fall.

I carry scars. Some you could trace with your fingertips, others buried so deeply no one has ever seen them. Stories written into my skin, into my soul. And because of them, I am afraid sometimes—afraid to let someone all the way in, afraid that if I do, they might have the power to undo me.

I am not perfect.

But I am so much more than flesh and bone. I am a heart that beats wildly, endlessly—one that loves the way stars light up the sky, freely and without hesitation, offering something beautiful to anyone willing to look up.

I will disappoint you sometimes. I’ll get on your nerves. I might say the wrong thing, or laugh too loud, or take up too much space.

But I will also make you laugh until your sides ache. I’ll pull you into spontaneous adventures and dance like no one is watching, just to see you smile. I will believe in your dreams—even the ones you’re too afraid to say out loud—and I will stand beside you while you chase them, reminding you of your strength when you forget.

When you feel weak, I will be steady. When you feel broken, I will be gentle. When you feel alone, I will be there.

I am not perfect.

But if you let me… I will love you in a way that feels like home. In a way that is patient, and real, and unwavering.

I will love you the best way I know how— and I will give you every piece of my imperfect, beautiful heart.

JMS