After knowing what it feels like to be loved with hesitation, to be chosen with doubt and to stand in a place where I was never truly certain of someone’s heart, I no longer wish to be found by that kind of love again. May anyone who is unsure of me lose their way before they ever reach me, because I have learned that uncertainty is not love, it is confusion dressed as care. And now, I quietly hope for something gentler, something clearer… a love that does not question my worth, does not make me feel like I have to earn my place, does not come and go like a passing feeling.

Someone who chooses me without fear, without delay, without second thoughts. A love where I am not an option, not a maybe, but a certainty. And until that kind of love finds me, I would rather remain unseen, untouched by anything that is not sure of me, than ever again be found by something that makes me question myself.🩵

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