“May you fall in love with someone who stands taller when you enter the room, proud not only of loving you but of being loved by you. Someone who reminds you gently and often that you are beautiful, even on the days you forget. Someone who speaks your name with certainty and tells the world without hesitation that his heart is yours.
May you fall in love with someone who knows kindness is an action, who treats you with care and patience, who kisses your forehead when your thoughts grow heavy, and pulls you back from worry with warmth. Someone who does not leave you alone with tears at night, but stays, listens, and understands.
May you fall in love with someone who meets your love with equal depth, who gives as much as he receives, who chooses you every day, and remains in love through change, storms, and time itself.”
You can be the sweetest peach on the tree, but some people just don't like peaches.
You can be the ripest peach kissed by morning sun, soft with kindness, sweet with soul. And still, someone will pass you by, reaching for something bitter, something not you.
It does not make you less golden.
It does not steal your sweetness.
It only proves this: not every tongue is meant to taste your kind of gentle.
Be the peach anyway.
Soft. Whole. Unapologetically you.