I hope you find a love that recognizes that the mess of love is beautiful. It’s crying and it’s laughing. It’s dancing and it’s singing. It’s sleeping through your alarm in the morning and staying up late to talk at night. It’s quiet times of solitude, and yet the knowledge that you’re never truly alone. It’s confidence and comfort. It’s compassion and it’s truth. It sees the shadows and the light. It’s able to speak the truth but not sit in judgment. It’s imperfect, and it’s perfect. It’s tiny victories and giant leaps of faith. I hope you find a love that meets you at your mess – and I hope you meet that love right where they are, too.
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