Maybe that's just how my story has unfolded so far. I'm still holding on to the hope that one day, someone will choose me with the same sincerity I've always been willing to give.
Still holding on to that small light of hope believing that every ending has taught me something, and every new beginning comes with experience. At 27, I'm not starting over from nothing but I'm starting over wiser, stronger, and more certain of what I deserve.
I cope by accepting what I can't control, appreciating what I still have, and believing that difficult seasons are temporary. I take life one day at a time and trust that better days are worth waiting for.
To the man I secretly love,
I never planned to love you. It happened quietly, in the little moments, until one day I realized you had become my favorite thought, my silent prayer, and the person I would choose without hesitation.
P.S. If you're wondering, yes—it's you.