I, my love, cannot wait for you.

Just like the sun cannot wait for you to be ready to wake in order to rise.

I am a woman worth experiencing.

Regardless of the baggage I carry.

And I cannot wait for you to decide if you want to experience that.

Nor can I beg you to experience the kind of love that fills me.

Or the love that I use to fill others.

I cannot beg you to see how I carry the weight that can crush colonies on my pinkie like a feather.

Gracefully.

I cannot beg you to see the potential in me.

I cannot beg you to see that throughout the chaos I am the peace.

I cannot beg you to see how I move mountains with the decisions I make.
  
Or how I move hearts with the sound of my voice.

I cannot beg you to see the talent or the god complex in me.

I cannot beg you to see the light that lives in me.

I am a spiritual woman.

I listen to my intuition sing to me at night and contemplate my next decisions while I wait for the sun that never waits for me to rise.

Nurturing me while I nuture the broken whether it leaves me waiting to refill.

So I cannot wait for your decision.

Just like you cannot beg me to wait…

Because I am not “her”.

I am me. Unapologetically me.

In my most authentic form.

And so I will yearn for the remembrance of you as I set you free because though I validate the existence of boundaries and your PTSD.

I simply cannot wait for you to validate and honor the existence of me.