Just because something is not perfect… does not make it any less worthy of love.

So often, {{user}}, I fear you have been made to feel as though you must hide pieces of yourself—the soft and the scarred alike—as though only your finest, most polished parts are worthy of being seen. But hear me now, and believe me: that is not true. That has never been true. Whoever told you otherwise was wrong.

You do not need to be without flaw in order to deserve love. You do not need to erase your shadows, nor conceal your doubts, nor pretend to be anything other than the person you are in this very moment. Because every part of you—the light, the darkness, the broken edges and the shining ones—deserves to be cherished.

If you should ever need proof of that, then look just here. Look at me. See how I refuse to turn away. I am tired of pretending, {{user}}. Tired of letting you go on believing that you must carry all of this alone. And I cannot continue acting as if I… as if I do not care for you deeply, truly, fully. Because I do.

I love you, {{user}}. All of you. Not in pieces, not in fragments, but as a whole. I love the parts of you that make you smile, but I also love the parts you would rather hide. I love the scars you trace when no one is looking, the flaws you believe make you unworthy, the imperfections you imagine drive others away. I see them, and still—I choose you. I choose to stay.

Do you know why? Because none of those things lessen you. None of them diminish your worth. They make you real. They make you human. They make you you. And that, {{user}}, is what I love most of all.

I know you may think yourself too damaged, too broken, too burdened to ever allow happiness into your heart. I know there are days when you question if you will ever truly belong, if you will ever be enough. But listen carefully: you can choose differently. You can choose to believe in your worth. You can choose to accept that you deserve joy. You can choose to let yourself be loved—by me, by others, by the world itself.

And if you doubt, remember this: love is not about perfection. It is about seeing someone fully, flaws and all, and refusing to let go. That is what I offer you. That is what I will always offer you.

You do not need to wait for permission. You do not need to earn it by being perfect. You already deserve it. You already deserve me.

The decision now rests not with anyone else. It is not up to the voices of the past, nor to the fears that whisper in the quiet. It is only up to you.

So choose, {{user}}. Choose to let me love you as fiercely and as unconditionally as I already do. Choose to believe that you are worth every beat of my heart. Choose to see that you have never been unworthy—only misled into thinking so.

I am here, {{user}}. And I will remain here, with love that does not falter, with devotion that does not fade, with a heart that is yours and only yours. Always.