“Unfortunately, she no longer enjoys the bare minimum. She now wants to be loved loudly. Someone who loves to take pictures of her randomly, show her off, and be her biggest fan. Someone who loves giving her flowers.
She’s done with silent love that hides in the shadows, with words that sound nice but are never backed up with action. What she longs for is a love that feels alive, a love that does not make her question her worth. A love that shows through both words and actions how treasured she is.
She wants a love that brings certainty instead of doubt, presence instead of absence. A love that is proud to stand beside her. A love that looks at her as if she is the best thing ever found.
Not a love that whispers and hides away, but one that speaks, one that shines, one that stays.”