i’m strong enough to save myself, but still wanting someone to come and save me regardless.

I want someone who sees my broken pieces, my mistakes, and my flaws, and still says I’m worth it. I want someone who can handle me at my best — I also want someone who can handle me at my worst. I want someone who will stay, through it all, and love me for who I am, not who they want me to be.

It’s a contradiction, isn’t it?

I know that I am capable of saving myself, that I have the strength to face whatever challenges come my way. But there’s a part of me that still yearns for someone to come and rescue me, to swoop in and take away all my suffering and pain. It’s like a desperate plea for someone to take away my burdens and make everything alright again, even though I know that I can do it myself.

It’s a feeling of helplessness, of wanting to be taken care of and nurtured, even if I’m fully capable of taking care of myself. It’s like a part of me wants to keep fighting on my own, but another part of me just wants to give up and let someone else take control.

I have two voices inside my head. One tells me to keep going, while the other whispers that it’s okay to let someone else take care of me for once. It’s a constant struggle between the part of me that craves independence and the part of me that longs for companionship and support.

I want someone to tell me that they will never leave, that no matter what happens, they will never give up on me. I want someone who will fight for me, and who will stand by my side no matter how many battles I face. I want someone to prove that they will never let me down, that they will never abandon me in my time of need.

I want someone who will see all of my scars, all of my flaws, all of my mistakes, and still choose to love me unconditionally. I want someone to accept me completely, to embrace my brokenness, to see my inner beauty despite my outer flaws. That’s what I truly want in the end, isn’t it? Someone who will look at me and say, “I chose you, scars and all.”

I know I’m strong enough to save myself. But sometimes, it’s nice to dream of a love so profound that it sees me at my worst and chooses to stay, unwavering and true.