If I ever encounter love again, I hope it will be with someone who sees the cracks in my heart and loves me more for them. Someone who knows the weight of my past and doesn't run from it, but holds my hand tighter through the darkness. Someone who can look into my eyes and understand the silent battles I've fought. Someone who embraces my flaws, seeing them not as imperfections, but as pieces of my soul that tell my story. Someone who whispers words of comfort when my insecurities roar the loudest. Someone who stays through the storms, when I'm not the easiest to love. Someone who believes in the beauty of second chances, and finds grace in the moments we falter. I hope you find your someone, who makes every scar feel like a badge of honor, and every tear a step closer to healing.