I know someone loves me…

When they don’t make me feel like I need to compromise my brokenness with their wholeness.

When they accept that I am a work in progress.

When I don’t need to change or alter myself to be seen, heard, or understood.

When my passion didn’t intimidate them. Instead, they clapped and celebrated me like I was their dream.

They felt me, and when they couldn’t, they gave me the space I needed to breathe.

When they bring patience, peace, and bliss.

I know someone loves me when they love me in my love language, not theirs.