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Hi love
My brave girl. My survivor

I don’t even know where to start — but I know I have to say this out loud
I’m in love with you
Not the kind of love that fades away or waits for validation
But the kind of love that grows from the ashes of everything you’ve endured
The kind that rises when no one else did

You stayed alive
When life tried to suffocate you
When you sat in silence, scrolling through your phone at 2AM, waiting for empty messages from empty people
When your body ached, your eyes burned, and your soul felt forgotten
You still stayed

You forgot about your needs to chase a hint of attention
You watched your sparkle fade just to keep others lit
But not anymore

You rose
You learned
You became elegant, sharp, emotionally aware
You learned to speak, to hold space, to say no, to observe
You became you

And now, I know this deep in my bones
I no longer need anyone who shows up half-hearted
I don’t need someone unsure
I don’t want anyone who only takes up space and gives nothing back
If you don’t bring value into my life, there’s no room for you here

Because I am enough
Because I stayed when no one else did
Because I’ve earned my own trust, my own love, my own healing

And yes
I love myself
For all the nights I cried silently
For every time I couldn’t breathe from anxiety and still showed up the next morning
For how I adjusted, adapted, refined
For how I survived

That 16-year-old girl
She walked through fire
And now, she’s here — more alive than ever, holding her own hand

Forever with me
 Forever mine