I want the kind of love my parents have, the kind that endures through every storm, that sees the darkness and still chooses to stay. But the fear of never finding it gnaws at me. What if I’m destined to walk this path alone, forever battling the shadows without someone to share the journey with? Still, a part of me hopes that somewhere out there is a person who can see both the darkness and the light within me, and love me not despite them, but because of them. Someone who understands that the darkness isn’t something to be feared, but something to be embraced.
