When I was little, I would dream of the day I found my person.

The person that knows me better than I know myself.

The person that loves me regardless of my shortcomings.

The person that would be there for me through the good and bad.

The person that would accept me for me, flaws and all.

The person that would essentially complete me.

Can you believe that? Me – a hopeless romantic.

But she’s shelled with insecurities and past traumas,

making it hard for her to open up easily.

But nonetheless, a romantic through and through.

All my life I’ve dreamt of the perfect man to do life with.

And though I know I still want all of that in a partner, the desire has shifted.

Shifted to make sure I’m all of those things for myself.

I know myself better than anyone else.

I love myself regardless of my shortcomings.

I am confident in my choices, and can be my own peace when times get hard.

I accept all parts of me, flaws and all.

I complete myself.

Can you believe that? Me – still a hopeless romantic.

I am becoming everything I’ve ever dreamed of.