19/11/2025
I grew up believing that love was meant to complete me. Movies and books made it look like once you found the right person, everything would suddenly make sense, that they’d fill the spaces that felt empty and fix the parts that hurt.
But when I met Karl, I realised love doesn’t work that way. He didn’t complete me. He didn’t rescue me. He didn’t take away the hard parts of life. What he did was something far more beautiful, he complimented me. He supported me. He held me. He met me where I already was, as a whole person still learning, healing, and growing.
Because the best kind of love doesn’t make you whole. It reminds you that you already are... ✨