Love?
It took me a long time to realize where all the love inside me came from. Maybe I wasn’t always this way…. Maybe I was made this way…. By the people who loved me without needing a reason. Who kept a place for me even after seeing my flaws. Who stood up for me when I wasn’t in the room. Who made me feel like I didn’t have to constantly prove my worth to deserve respect, kindness, or a place in their lives. People often tell me that I have a lot of love to give. That I care deeply. That I make people feel seen, heard, and valued. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder… What have I really given that I wasn’t first given myself? I have been loved in so many different ways by so many different people that maybe all that love simply kept collecting inside me. And now, whenever it finds a place to go, it spills out. Yes, to some people, I’m rude or egoistic. Maybe even arrogant. And some of that may be true. But the people who really know me also know that half of this so-calle...