Loving is hard.
It's not the fairy tale they sell in stories. It's raw, unfiltered, messy. It asks you to give when you're empty, to stay when you want to run, to forgive even when your heart still aches.
And sometimes, love becomes the battlefield you never meant to step into, where trust is wounded, words become weapons, and silence screams louder than any fight.
But even in its hardest form, love is still worth finding.
Don't let the bruises of yesterday convince you that you're too broken to deserve something whole. Don't let the scars fool you into believing they make you unlovable. You are not the heartbreaks you've survived, you are the strength that came after, the soft hope still beating beneath the hurt.
Being broken doesn't mean you're beyond love.
It means you've felt deeply. Lost deeply.
It means your heart has known war and still, it hopes for peace.
So don't close your doors to the right ones just because the wrong ones broke their way in.
Don't push away gentle hands because others held you too tight.
Don't run from warmth just because you once got burned.
Love, real love, won't make you beg.
It won't leave you guessing.
It won't build you up just to watch you crumble.
One day, someone will come and they won't ask you to be less or more but they'll tell you you're just enough, just enough.
Someone will see the cracks and won't be afraid to stay.
They won't fix you, because you're not a project.
They'll love you in pieces until you feel whole again.
So, love with caution if you must, but never with fear.
You are not too broken to be found.
You are not too damaged to be loved.
And the right ones?
They'll know how to stay.