True Love

I think true love
is when someone makes you feel safe.
Not just loved—
but loved enough
to fall in love with yourself too.

Maybe that’s why I’m still waiting,
walking through almosts,
leaving behind things
that never felt real enough to stay.

I’m no expert on love.
I just believe
some people are meant to love once—
deeply, completely,
for a lifetime.

Maybe that sounds insane.
But it’s the only way
I’ve ever understood love.

It’s funny though—
I listen to heartbreak songs
like I’ve survived a thousand endings,
when really
all I’ve ever wanted
was one beginning
that never leaves.

I don’t want something temporary.
Not something shallow,
not something convenient.

If you want me,
choose me—
in the kind of way
that never feels uncertain.

Because all I’ve ever wanted
is to be someone’s first choice.

And maybe I’m still waiting.
Maybe I will for a while.

But I believe
some things—
like love,
like death—
aren’t meant to be chased.

They arrive
when they’re meant to.

So yeah…
I’m still waiting for mine.