I tried to be
many things
because I loved you—
because I knew
you believed in me.
So I stretched.
I risked.
I reached for parts of me
I never knew I had.
And in that stretch,
I found new strength—
rooted in your
sweet believing.
Then, look!
Look here—
a blossoming!
I outgrew the ceiling
I once stared up at
from the depths
of insecurity,

and climbed—
step
by
step—
into the bright, expansive sky
of possibility.
No masks.
No shame.
Just me—
as I am—free to be.
And you—
with your steady eyes,
your quiet smile,
your yes-nods,
your joy-filled voice—

stood back,
in awe,
and gratitude.
That’s how I knew:
I had found you.
A Good Love.
As I grow,
and you grow,
we grow—
upward,
together.