You know what's terrifying? Being real with someone. Showing them the parts that aren't polished, that aren't Instagram-filtered, that are just... you at 3am when you're sad or angry or confused.

I've spent so much time trying to be someone's ideal that I've forgotten what it feels like to just exist in front of someone without performing.

And I think that's what love is supposed to be. Not two people pretending to be their best selves forever. It's two people saying, "Here's the broken parts, here's the scared parts, here's what I'm working on." And instead of leaving, the other person stays. 💫

That's the miracle I'm praying for.

Not someone perfect. Someone brave enough to let me be imperfect. Someone whose faith is strong enough to hold space for mine, even when mine is shaky. 📿

Someone who understands that redemption isn't about becoming perfect. It's about becoming true. ✨