When Love Comes Back Again

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When love comes back again, I hope it doesn’t find you hurt, still nursing the wounds from your past, holding on to the threads of a bond that has been long worn out.

I hope it doesn’t find you scared — of receiving it, of being poured into. Scared of yourself for not being able to tender it with care, for not being able to believe it. To believe that it will stay long enough.

I hope it doesn’t find you caged, shrinking yourself, hiding away, and deflecting from everything that seeks to bare you. I hope it doesn’t find you still blaming yourself. It doesn’t find the version of you that still hasn’t forgiven yourself, that thinks you’re undeserving of it.

I hope it finds you full of it, ready to pour, and maybe even overspill. The type where you don’t have to say a lot, but it shows. You beam, you do more of the things you love.

Your heart dances, your soul leaps for joy. Your aura makes the mood in every room shift to something lighter and heartwarming. Every day is your favorite day — you dancing to slow jazz, baking cakes in your cute kitchen.

I hope it feels like warm freshly baked cakes. The ones that melt in your mouth, soft and sweet and homely. I hope it makes you want to climb a hill. Throw your hands in the air and shout proudly.

I hope it’s refreshing and reassuring. I hope it’s warm and kind, like a big bear hug. And it never leaves you second guessing.

I hope it makes your laughter the loudest in the room, your shoulders high up there, your smile inviting, your walk graceful, your skin glowing. I hope it stays with you, that it’s something no one can take from you.

❤️‍🔥 ~ Victoria.