Hey,
Before you meet my Romeo—
Meet me.
I know this is promising a good person.
But I've learned that good doesn't always arrive gently.
So if you're here expecting a love story,
You should know something first:
I was still learning how to show up.
Still trying to remember what softness felt like.
Still figuring out how not to run—
When someone tried to stay.
So before the romance—
Before the names and the chapters and the moments—
Before you hold the new me and my Romeo in your hands…
You'll first meet the broken me.