10/10/2025
Maybe this time, I’ll fall in love with my own life before asking someone else to love it with me. I’ve spent so much time hoping someone would walk in and make everything brighter, softer, easier—but what if I could be that person for myself? What if the peace I crave isn't in someone else’s arms, but in the quiet mornings I create, the laughter I share with friends, the moments I catch my own reflection and don’t flinch? I'm tired of handing over my happiness like a gift wrapped in doubt, praying someone will see its worth. Maybe it's time I see it first.
There’s something deeply powerful about choosing yourself—not in loneliness, but in love. Not waiting to be saved, but building a life so rich with meaning, joy, and self-respect that love becomes an addition, not a rescue. I want to fall in love with the way I speak to myself, the things I chase, the way I survive and still find softness in a world that asks for armor. Maybe this time, I won't ask someone to complete me. Maybe I’ll already be whole, standing open-hearted not because I need someone to fill the cracks, but because I’ve learned to grow through them.
— Balt
Maybe this time, I’ll fall in love with my own life before asking someone else to love it with me. I’ve spent so much time hoping someone would walk in and make everything brighter, softer, easier—but what if I could be that person for myself? What if the peace I crave isn't in someone else’s arms, but in the quiet mornings I create, the laughter I share with friends, the moments I catch my own reflection and don’t flinch? I'm tired of handing over my happiness like a gift wrapped in doubt, praying someone will see its worth. Maybe it's time I see it first.
There’s something deeply powerful about choosing yourself—not in loneliness, but in love. Not waiting to be saved, but building a life so rich with meaning, joy, and self-respect that love becomes an addition, not a rescue. I want to fall in love with the way I speak to myself, the things I chase, the way I survive and still find softness in a world that asks for armor. Maybe this time, I won't ask someone to complete me. Maybe I’ll already be whole, standing open-hearted not because I need someone to fill the cracks, but because I’ve learned to grow through them.
— Balt
