The Answer von LittleSquirrel

The AnswerOnce upon a time…a question.Not a big one.Not one asked out loud.But one of those quiet ones that only whisper in your head.Hidden behind thoughts.Wrapped up in uncertainty.And yet… always there.“Am I enough?““Am I right the way I am?““May I trust… again… once more?“The question waited.Patiently.As questions wait…Until someone hears it.And then…came the answer.Not as a word.Not as a sentence.But as a feeling.Warm.Real.Unshakeable.It came in the form of a touch,a look,a moment…in which everything inside you fell silent –because you knew:You are not too much.Not wrong.Not difficult.Not complicated.You are… meant to be.With all your doubts.With your strength.With your scars.With your hope.

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