Letter #2 — Loving You Starts With Knowing Me

Dear future love,

Before I can love you the way you deserve, I have to face something simple but hard:

I can’t love you well if I don’t understand myself.

Not just the good parts — but the patterns, the fears, the places where I still flinch at softness.

Loving someone isn’t just about giving.

It’s about giving responsibly.

From a place that’s healed enough not to bleed on you.

From a place that knows the difference between connection and codependency.

So I’ve been slowing down.

Listening to myself.

Tracing the roots of my reactions.

Asking, “Is this protection — or avoidance?”

Because the love I want with you will be soft, not fragile.

It’ll be deep, not overwhelming.

It’ll grow because we nurture it — not because we need it to fill a void.

I’m not perfect. I won’t be when I meet you.

But I’ll be present. And honest. And ready.

And that’s a love story I’m proud to write.

With heart,

— 💌 Letters to My Future Love