Dear me

Dear Me,

I know I trust too easily. I know I give too much of myself without asking for much in return. And maybe that’s why I’ve been hurt more than I should’ve been.

But I also know this:

My ability to love without holding back is not my weakness—it’s my magic.

It means I still believe in good. It means my heart hasn’t hardened, even after everything. And that’s something to be proud of.

Still… from now on, I will protect my peace without closing my heart.

I’ll trust—but I’ll listen to the quiet voice inside me that knows when something isn’t right.

I’ll give—but only to those who show they’re willing to hold my heart with care.

I’ll love—but I won’t abandon myself in the process.

I forgive myself for the times I gave too much.

I forgive others who didn’t know how to receive the love I offered.

And I promise myself this:

I will be soft, but not foolish.

Open, but not empty.

Loving, but never lost.

Because I deserve love that doesn’t take advantage of my trust—

I deserve love that earns it.

With all the love I usually give away,

Me