Letter to reinforce self-love

Dear Me,

I know you’re tired. Tired of trying, of hurting, of hoping. Tired of wondering how someone you loved so deeply could turn their silence, distance, or carelessness into a mirror; one that made you question your own worth.

You didn’t deserve to be made to feel small.

You didn’t deserve to love someone so much that you lost pieces of yourself just trying to be enough.

But I need you to know something now:

Loving fully was never your failure.

Staying hopeful wasn’t weakness.

Choosing compassion, even when it wasn’t returned, wasn’t foolish, it was proof of your heart, your strength, your loyalty.

The pain you’re feeling doesn’t mean you’re broken. It means you were brave enough to open your heart, and strong enough to survive its breaking.

And maybe, for a while, you’ll still feel the ache.

But one day soon, you’ll stop blaming yourself for how deeply you loved someone who didn’t know how to hold that love with care.

You’ll forgive yourself for staying too long, for believing too much, for holding on too tightly.

And you’ll walk forward, not bitter, not jaded, but wiser, with boundaries, with softness still intact, and with love saved for someone who will meet you where you are.

You are not the mistake.

You are not the fool.

You are not unlovable.

You are healing.

You are rising.

And you are free now.

Love,

Me