I hope that somebody loves you.
I hope they carry the world to you in their arms, but insist you build your own.
I hope they are gentle with your scars, and that they hold your hand to show you theirs.
I hope they will paint your dreams when you describe them.
I hope they stand close to you, without ever casting a shadow.
I hope they love your insecurities, so much they become obsolete.
I hope they never speak of promises, but whisper eternity everyday in their hearts.
I hope they understand you without owning you, and in that knowledge, you find strength, not weakness.
I hope they sing you to sleep when you can’t, and that they too, battle your fears.
I hope they let you take your time as you burn the bridges to your past and That they hold the fire in their hands like a torch.
I hope they send you on an adventure of self exploration and forgiveness, and that in their presence you fall in love with yourself.
I hope they choose you. Selflessly. Sincerely. Unconditionally. Everyday.
But most of all,
I hope you do the same.