Holy shit. Where do I even start?
You were never required to love me. You didn’t have to answer my panic-filled calls at 2 a.m. You didn’t have to sit with me when the world felt like it was trying to crush me. You didn’t have to hold me while I cried, rage, or swore at life for taking everything I loved.
And yet… you did. Every single time.
You are my chosen family. And holy fuck, that means something in a world that so often tried to leave me behind.
You Saw the Shit I Tried to Hide
You saw my rage.
You saw my grief.
You saw the parts of me that scared the hell out of other people.
And you didn’t leave.
You didn’t tell me I was too much.
You didn’t act like my pain was inconvenient.
You just… were there. You held space for me when no one else fucking would.
You Make Life Bearable, Even When It Sucks
Some days, the world is a dumpster fire. Some days, life fucking hurts so bad I want to curl up and disappear.
But then there’s you.
You call me when you don’t have to.
You laugh at my terrible jokes.
You let me cry on your shoulder without judgment.
You fight for me when I can’t fight for myself.
You are proof that not everyone leaves. That not all love disappears. That connection doesn’t always hurt.
We Are Beautifully Messy
We fight. We swear. We vanish for a while. We yell. We fall apart.
And then we come back. Every. Single. Time.
We are stubborn, ridiculous, exhausting, flawed—and yet perfect for each other. Perfect because we choose each other, day after day, even when it’s hard.
And that choice… that fucking choice is sacred.
You Saved Me
You saved me from the world.
You saved me from the darkness I carried inside me.
You saved me from believing I was alone in the way that actually fucking kills people.
Every laugh, every hug, every time you told me “I’m here, you’re not alone,” you pulled me out of the pit of myself. You reminded me that love exists, that connection exists, that safety exists—at least in some corners of the world.
And yes, the world still hurts. It’s still cruel. But I have you. And that makes all the fucking difference.
Fuck the World That Didn’t Protect Me
The world didn’t keep me safe. The people I was supposed to count on didn’t always show up. Life has been brutal, unfair, and relentless.
But you… you chose me. You chose love. You chose to fight for me when I couldn’t fight for myself.
And I swear to the universe, I will do the same for you. I will hold space for you. I will love you when the world is cruel. I will rage with you when it’s unfair. I will fight with you when you feel like giving up.
Because that’s what family is. The family we choose. The family that doesn’t walk away.
Thank You for Being My Home
I don’t know if I could survive this life without you. And I am endlessly, fiercely, forever grateful that I don’t have to.
You are my chosen family. My safe place. My reminder that love exists even when the world is a cruel fucking joke.
I love you. I swear I always will.
— Morgan, All of Me
“The world can take everything away, but chosen family is the proof that love fights back.” 🖤🔥
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