A Letter to the Woman I Used to Be

I used to think love was fireworks. A rush, a thrill, a constant state of butterflies that never faded. I thought love meant never disagreeing, never needing space, always saying “yes” even when I meant “no”. I thought the stronger I loved, the more I should sacrifice. But I was wrong. Or rather… I just didn’t know better yet.

💡Here’s What I Know Now

Love is quiet sometimes. It’s not loud gestures-it’s consistency. It’s not perfect-It’s present. It holds you even when you’re hard to hold. Love is my now-husband loving me through the pieces-not just the polished ones. It’s unconditional. It’s calm. It doesn’t pull me away from myself-it brings me back home.

And I’ve learned that real love doesn’t just show up in romance. It starts with you-with the moment you stop shrinking and start standing fully in your truth.

💬Your Turn: Let’s Talk About It

Finish this sentence:

“I used to think love was _, but now I know it’s _.”

Drop yours in the comments. This space is open, real and safe-just like love should be❤️

Love, Yours Truly BSTORM