Choose Love

If you see this , it is a reminder to choose love.

Always choose love,

even during the darkest times,

and even when others dont. 

As a little girl,

I cradled my babydoll,

pretending it was my own.

On the playground,

I’d make a wish

on a dandelion,

hoping one day,

it would come true.

I longed for love,

a place to belong,

A sensitive soul,

lost in loneliness,

hope became my anchor,

holding me steady

in the quiet ache of isolation.

Love became my constant,

and even now,

it remains.

I love, therefore I live.

I love, even when it feels impossible.

and I astonish myself,

knowing I am capable of loving

the light in the darkest hearts

and the void in the brightest souls.

Then one day,

my love shifted.

I realized I could be love,

not just give it.

I met him—

the one I believed

was meant for me.

It felt like destiny.

Surely, this was it.

He was the man I had

dreamed of,

a familiarity of lifetimes. 

Being love brought vulnerability—

Fear and love walk hand in hand,

inseparable.

After many battles with fear,

love always conquered,

and I surrendered.

I offered him my heart,

believing it was safe,

that he would hold it next to his.

But as time passed,

He took until I had nothing left—

pouring me dry.

I watched him thrive while I withered away.

When he had nothing more to take,

I wept,

offering him my tears.

But he looked at me,

drowning in emptiness,

his arms crossed,

eyes cold.

The few drops I gave,

he spat back,

mocking my pain.

Abandoned and betrayed,

I was stripped bare.

I surrendered without a fight,

complete silence,

I stood alone in the cold.

Months passed,

my body froze,

but slowly, I began to move—

to gather the pieces

of my shattered heart.

In the broken fragments,

I saw her again—

the fragile child,

rocking her doll,

longing to find home.

She looked up at me with sad eyes,

and when our gaze met,

she gave me a smile full of pride—

she reminded me of who I had chosen to become.

In the darkest of moments,

I still chose love—

because love is pure,

love is real,

and in the end,

love always prevails.