Dedicated to the women who are yet to be loved like the angel they are...
Even though I believe her to be the rarest type of woman, all too often, the love she receives rarely equates to the love given. Yet, even without reciprocation, her heart remains wide open. Her gentle and kind nature endures, no matter how many times her heart has been broken.
Despite her softness, her boundaries grow strong from the lessons learned over time. Those who assume her kindness is weakness are the ones that are left behind. She recognises that her energy is wasted on anyone willing to walk away. For she is not a stranger to the illusion of readiness that lovers often portray.
An angel among us healing those she loves, with unparalleled generosity. Secure alone for in regards to happiness, your presence is not a contingency. She is the kind of woman who radiates light to the far corners of the earth. And albeit bright, her light does not exist to remind you of your worth.
With every wound, ending and restart, she found herself to be the bravest of them all. To fearlessly love with her whole heart, refusing to make herself small. And in the company of her closest friends, the ones who are angels just like her. In loving her unconditionally, they set the standard for what she deserves.
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