But the truth is this: everyone deserves love.

With wrinkles or freckles, with a vulnerable heart or a difficult character, with a past that sometimes hurts, and with dreams that are not always loud.

Love is not a reward for being right.
It is not a bonus for an ideal weight, character or reputation.
It is not “lucky” or “given.”
It is when someone looks at you — real, tired, cheerful, stupid, deeply thinking — and does not want to change anything. Wants to be close. Wants a hand, a shoulder, silence together. Wants to walk without holding on a leash, but knowing: you are near - of your own free will.

A woman who has long been alone and no longer believes is worthy of love. A man who was wrong and is afraid again. A girl who does not fit the standards. A young man who was told that he is "too sensitive".
Everyone who has a warmth alive inside. Even if he himself has been hiding it for a long time.

Love is not about the ideal. It is about the living.

So if someone ever told you: "you are hard to love" - ​​do not believe. This means: you are hard to use, remake or adjust. But you can be loved. And easily. If truly.