one day, you will grow tired of over explaining yourself to the people committed to misunderstanding you. one day, you will say nothing, and you will let your growth speak for itself.
july, spark love in the parts of me that i had forgotten. the parts of me that deserved love at my lowest, the parts of me that deserved love when i didnβt think that i did, the parts of me that i put away on a shelf so i could make others more visible. drip my bones in patience.
true love knows when to let go, but true love also knows when to adapt. to situations, to change, to shifts in energy and languages, to mistakes, to growth. true love knows when to adapt, but only you have the power to decide who and what is worth changing your fabric for.