i hope you are loved.

Whenever I see someone profess their love for you, I hope they do it in a way that they love you in your entirety… that they adore you because, and love you despite.

I hope that when you are loved, you are loved in a way that you are seen and known. I hope you are adored in a way that they notice how your voice pitches up when you are giddy, and the way it softens when you’re trying to console the ones you love. I hope you are adored in a way that they notice how your eyes sparkle when your favorite bowl of hot ramen is in sight. I hope you are adored in a way that they see the galaxies in your eyes, which seem to mimick the way stars sparkle in the pitch-black night skies. I hope you are adored in a way that their favorite curve on your body is the one on your lips every time you smile.

I hope you are adored in a way that you are known, for being loved is best when you don’t have to translate your soul — because they understand.

I hope you are loved, in ways you deserve to be loved… the kind of love where they adore you not as a single stem in a bouquet of roses, but they love the entire garden of your existence.

All the colors, the flowers, and even the butterflies that adorn it.

I hope that when they claim to love you, they love your entirety… because there isn’t a part of you that is not worthy of love.