Your mind is labyrinthine but a labyrinth could be filled with flowerbeds of jasmines hidden inside the darkness among the shadows.
I believe this to be true in your case.
I have loved, I am in love with, and I will love you.
But you became necessity somewhere along the way. Addiction. Wanderlust. Love is meant to be pure. We wanted to create galaxies and fantasy realms out of each other. We wanted to dissect pieces of each other the way we do with any good book.
We always expected to be on the same page. We were so young. Confused.
But you believed in me and suddenly that mattered more than anything else.
There are really no words that can reach out and give you a hug. You're tired. But do not let someone else be the reason for your tiredness.
You are not your parents' arguments. You are not the screams of your siblings. You are not a heartbreaker. You are not sinful. You are not a well of sadness. You are simply existing. You are learning. You are someone who matters. You are important.