Creatively Unfiltered Grace

I want that kinda love
…the kind that stays when shit gets real.
Not the kind that disappears when I’m not easy to love.
Not the kind that wants me only when I’m smiling,
but the kind that sees me crying, quiet, angry — and still chooses me.

You don’t have to fix my problems — just be there.
Sit with me in the dark.
Be still with me when words don’t come.
Hold me, not to solve me, but to remind me I’m not alone.

I want that kinda love
that sees me with all my flaws — and still loves me.
The kind that sees my messy self and doesn’t scold me,
but reminds me that even mess can be beautiful.

I want the kind of love
…that doesn’t get intimidated by my ambition or my drive.
The kind of love that stands next to me when I’m excelling —
even if you’re not.
The kind of love that doesn’t shrink in my winning season.
That doesn’t turn jealous or cold when I rise.
But cheers for me — loudly.
Proudly.
Because my win feels like our win.

I want that old-school kinda love —
the in-sickness-and-in-health kind.
The for-better-or-worse kind.
The we-don’t-give-up kind.
That “I’m not leaving just because it’s hard” kinda love.

I want the kind of love
…where even if you don’t understand me,
you want to try.
Where you ask questions,
where you listen — even when you don’t have the answers.

I want that even-if-you’re-mad-you-still-stay kinda love.
Where we both choose each other, even when it’s complicated.
Where we fight for each other, not with each other —
where we don’t intentionally use fighting words,
but even when we slip and do,
we still stay and love one another.

I want the kind of love
…that doesn’t flinch when I get vulnerable.
That doesn’t try to control or dim me.
That sees the fire in me and adds to it — not snuffs it out.
That doesn’t compete with me, but completes what I can’t.

I want the kind of love
that makes space for all of me —
the light, the shadow, the chaos, the clarity.

And let me be real for a second:
I’m not out here asking for too much —
I’m asking for what’s real.
I’m not hard to love —
I’m just waiting for someone whole enough to hold this kind of heart.

The way I love?
It’s not small.
It’s not shy.
It’s deep, loud, un-apologetically loyal.

So I’m not going to water myself down
for someone who can’t swim in deep waters.

I’ve settled before.
Let people stay who only half-loved me.
Not again.

Because now?
Now I know:
🔥 I’m the voice some people didn’t know they needed.
🔥 I’m the standard they forgot they deserved.
🔥 I don’t chase — I attract.
And when the real one shows up?
They’ll stand back like,
“Damn… how did I get so lucky?”

So if you’re not that kind of love,
That’s okay.
Just don’t pretend to be.
I know what I carry now.
And I’m not hiding it anymore.