you're healing, of course it's uncomfortable i know you keep saying you're broken, that everything you do makes you feel unworthy of love, that maybe you're holding me back from something beautiful. but this is what i see, you are the beautiful thing. not because i enjoy watching you struggle, but because of the way you face your emotions with honesty, just letting them pass you instead of them defining you. i see how hard you try to be gentle with yourself even when it feels impossible, how you're learning to sit with discomfort without letting it swallow you whole. you're not broken, you're just learning how to fall in love with yourself again, coming together piece by piece. you don't need saving, you just need to heal in your own pace and your own heart. i'm not here to fix you, i'm here to hold your hand through the uncomfortable phases, to remind you of your strength when you forget, and to make sure you don't give up on yourself. you're not holding me back, you're teaching me what real courage looks like.