There was a time in my life when each day felt heavy before it even began. I woke up carrying the same quiet burdens I had gone to bed with, unsure how to move forward, unsure if I even wanted to try. My steps were small, my pace slow, as though I were testing the ground beneath me for cracks. I told myself I was strong — but the truth was, I was simply surviving.
In those moments, I realized how deeply fear can root itself in a person’s life. It wasn’t only fear of failure, but fear of change, fear of being hurt again, fear of stepping out into the unknown without a map. For a while, I allowed that fear to keep me still. Standing still felt safe — but it was also suffocating.
Then came the realization that staying still was not the same as standing strong. Healing would never happen if I refused to take a step. So I began — slowly, uncertainly — to move again. Some days, that movement was no more than a decision to get out of bed and face the day. Other days, it meant allowing people to come closer, to see the parts of me I had hidden away.
It was in this season of uncertainty that I met him. I will not claim to know him completely — in truth, I feel I have only begun to understand who he truly is. Yet this very fact deepens my love and trust for him. Each new thing I discover about him feels like uncovering a small treasure, and with each discovery, my affection grows.
I am grateful that he found me during a time when I was alone and afraid to take even one more step forward. At first, I was hesitant, reluctant to take the hand he offered. But I am thankful I allowed myself that chance — to be held again in someone else’s hands.
When I was at my lowest, he shared his strength with me. Looking back, I realize I have leaned on him heavily these past weeks, perhaps too much — like a parasite drawing strength from its host. In the beginning, such dependence can be a lifeline, giving the weaker one time to heal and regain footing. But I know it cannot be the foundation of a lasting relationship. For love to endure, it must grow into something mutual — a pattern of giving and receiving, where each supports the other in turn.
This is why I strive to help him in any way I can. Nobody is unbreakable, and I know he, too, has his share of weaknesses. I love him for his strength, but I also love him with his flaws. A day may come when he will need to draw strength from me, and when that moment arrives, I hope I will be ready to give as much as he has given me.
Because I have learned that strength is not a permanent state — it is something we build, lose, and rebuild many times in a lifetime. It grows in cycles, like seasons. And when the time comes for the next winter in my life, I hope I will remember that spring always returns, bringing with it the quiet but certain promise that I can stand again.
For in the end, love is not about finding someone who will carry you through every storm — it is about learning to take turns holding the umbrella. And with him, I believe we can walk through both the sunshine and the rain, hand in hand.
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