If I Am Loved Back | 3.10.21

Called myself broken for many years, believed something defective in the way I loved. Said it early, said it first, felt it stirring ages before others, called it love when I knew it as love, felt no shame in the saying. Belonged to me, this love, this spark of something that didn’t dim in me when shared, if I’m warm, I thought, couldn’t others also be? Gave it, early, first, often.

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