Hoping the next time someone chooses to love me, they love me authentically. I’m not sure I even know what that means. Is it remembering my favorite team or how I like my chia tea? Is it remembering my birthday and actually celebrating me? Is it showing up to my house with flowers even though they think flowers are silly?

Hoping the next time someone chooses to love me, they love me more. I’m not sure I even know what that means. Is it choosing to stay after I’ve lashed out and tried to self sabotage? Is it holding me accountable in all aspects of life? Is it going out to get strawberry ice-cream after I’ve had rough day?

Hoping the next time someone chooses to love me, they love me always. I’m not sure I even know what that means. Is it reassuring me when I feel a little insecure? Is it remembering how much I love date nights, even if it’s just watching a movie at home? Is it remembering to tell me they love me and always backing it up with actions?

Hoping the next time I choose to love someone, I love them authentically, more and always.