Romanticizing Life One Stanza at a Time

I learned that self-love isn’t loud.
It doesn’t arrive with flowers or dramatic confessions.
It shows up in the small, almost invisible choices
getting out of bed on hard mornings,
speaking to myself gently when the world feels sharp,
staying when leaving would be easier.

I am learning to love myself the way poetry loves silence
without rushing to fill it,
without asking it to perform,
just allowing it to exist as it is.

Some days, self-love is a celebration.
Other days, it’s survival.
And on the days in between,
it’s romanticizing the fact that I’m still here,
still writing,
still choosing tenderness over cruelty, especially toward myself.

So this Valentine’s Day,
I don’t wait to be chosen.
I choose.
I choose patience.
I choose softness.
I choose to fall in love with my life,
one stanza at a time. 💌