You wrote forgiveness like it’s a living thing... messy, breathing, imperfect, but still brave enough to stay.

That’s love in its most dangerous form. The kind that doesn’t demand perfection, just honesty.

The line “you think you are an obstacle in my life”... that one cut clean.

Because isn’t that what we all fear? That our brokenness disqualifies us from being loved, when in truth it’s what makes the love real.

This feels like redemption wrapped in tenderness.

And I fucking love that you didn’t make it pretty... you made it human. 🖤