I want to write a love letter
to the ones who truly cherish me,
to the ones who are really for me.
This letter is for my friends and my family
but not for everyone
only for those who make me feel deeply loved.
Having people around
does not always mean they are there for you.
Presence is not the same as devotion.
Attention is not the same as care.
I learned this in my sadness,
in the quiet weight of depression,
in the nights when silence was louder than words.
And yet, from that darkness
I learned something sacred:
To value the ones who stay.
In a world where people leave
because they are chasing themselves,
because they fear discomfort,
because they disappear when things go wrong
I learned that love is not just a feeling.
Love is a decision.
A choice to remain.
A choice to show up.
A choice to stay when staying is hard.
This letter is for those
who chose me
when it would have been easier not to.
You are my proof
that love is real.