Happy Valentines for me too you
My Dear Future Me, Happy Valentineโs Day, beautiful soul. Iโm writing to you from a place of deep reflection โ from the space between who I was and who I am still becoming. I want you to remember where we came from, not to reopen wounds, but to honor the healing. We have walked through guilt that wasnโt ours to carry. We have worn shame like it was stitched into our skin. We have felt the sting of abandonment and rejection so deeply that we questioned our worth. There were years we searched for love in all the wrong places โ in people who could only meet us at the level they had healed themselves. We tried to earn love. Prove love. Chase love. We poured from an empty cup hoping someone would finally choose us the way we needed to be chosen. And the hardest truth? We didnโt know how to choose ourselves. To my younger self โ the little girl who felt unseen, who internalized silence as โIโm not enoughโ โ I forgive you. You were surviving the only way you knew how. You deserved safety. You deserved reassurance. You deserved unconditional love. To my younger adult self โ the woman who confused intensity for intimacy, who mistook attention for affection, who overgave just to avoid being left โ I forgive you too. You were trying to fill a void that was never yours to carry. You were craving what you were never taught to give yourself. And nowโฆ We are no longer begging for crumbs. We are no longer shrinking to be chosen. We are no longer abandoning ourselves to keep someone else comfortable. We are learning to love in a way that is steady. Soft. Sacred. The healed love we carry now is different. It isnโt loud. It isnโt chaotic. It doesnโt feel like anxiety or fear of loss. It feels like peace. It feels like coming home. Future me โ I hope you have continued to choose yourself every single day. I hope you no longer question your worth in the quiet moments. I hope you protect your heart without hardening it. I hope you love boldly, but never at the expense of your own soul.