True love doesn’t wait for perfection. It meets you in your chaos, your flaws, your scars.
It stays when storms rage, when nights feel endless, when you doubt yourself. It doesn’t run from your darkness—it holds you in it.
True love is presence: the quiet “I’m here” when you’re broken, the hand held when you’re afraid, the laughter at your quirks.
It chooses you again and again, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. It sees beauty in your mess, strength in your struggle, light in your shadows.
Love is not about finding someone flawless—it’s about finding someone willing to grow, to fight, to stay. It’s a promise to walk together, to build meaning in imperfection. #TrueLove is home.
🌿 Learning to Stay
True love begins within.
It’s the voice that says,
“I see your mess, and I’m not leaving.”
It’s the hand you offer yourself
when you’re spiraling,
the breath you take
instead of breaking.
It’s choosing to stay
when shame says run,
to soften
when judgment screams.
It’s laughing at your quirks,
forgiving your past,
and holding space
for who you’re still becoming.
You are not too much.
You are not too late.
You are worth staying for.
*This is a follow up poem to True Love https://tech.lgbt/@Crissy/115533173514914505