Love Shows Up
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Love shows up quietly, through the cracks of a broken soul and through scars unseen as the pain of the past starts to fade.
I remember the stillness of my nights, the silence that used to be filled with fear. Now, love shows up in the gentle brush of a hand against mine as I lay in a safe bed, the warmth of an embrace that tells me I am cherished and worthy of peace.
Love shows up in the mornings that don’t start with a flinch. The sun rises softly, and I no longer fear the day’s arrival.
It’s in the laughter shared over coffee with friends who have become family, who remind me that joy is not a distant dream but a reality I deserve. It’s in the routine of a new day, where each moment is an opportunity to build a life that I had almost forgotten was possible.
Love shows up in the moments of vulnerability that no longer make me shrink away.
It’s in the open conversations where I’m listened to without judgment, where my voice matters. It’s in the small, genuine acts of kindness that replace the harsh words and actions from my past. Each supportive word and understanding glance is all the proof I need that healing is taking place within me.
Love shows up in the times when I’m reminded of my own strength.
It’s in the encouragement from those who believe in my potential and celebrate my achievements, however small they may seem. It’s in the gentle push to pursue my passions and dreams, knowing that someone believes in me.
Love shows up in the simple, everyday moments of companionship that are devoid of manipulation.
It’s in the shared meals where we talk about our day, and in the comforting silence that tells me I am not alone. It’s in the steady presence of someone who values me not for what I can give but for who I am—a person worthy of love and respect.
Love shows up in the moments of healing when I can look back and see the strength that has carried me through.
It’s in the way I now hold myself with confidence, a silent ode to the journey I’ve travelled. It’s in the new relationships and friendships that have blossomed, each one a reminder that love, in its truest form, has found its way into my life once more.