One day, you will meet someone who does not flinch at your past. They will not try to fix it or minimize it or compete with it. They will listen to the parts you usually soften when you tell them, and they will understand why you became who you are. With them, your history will not feel like baggage. It will feel like context. They will see the ways you learned to survive and instead of judging you for it, they will respect it. They will not promise to erase your pain, but they will move through life in a way that does not add to it. Being with them will not feel like a battle you have to win. It will feel like finally setting your armor down and realizing you are safe enough to rest.