Goodnight 🌙 The truth sits soft in your chest: even with cracks, even with the days you feel scatter…
Goodnight 🌙 The truth sits soft in your chest: even with cracks, even with the days you feel scattered like fallen glass, someone will arrive who sees the shape of you clearly and does not flinch. They will gather every shard with gentle hands, hold them like treasure, and fit you back together in a way the world never managed— not to make you perfect, but to make you whole. They will love the uneven edges, the places you’ve been worn thin, the stories etched into you by storms you survived. And their love will not be small or cautious— it will rise around you like morning light, more than you ever dared to dream. Because sometimes the heart meant for you doesn’t arrive to admire your perfection— it arrives to honor your journey, to lift the weight you’ve carried, to whisper that you were never broken, only waiting to be held.
