ValerieCasanova

I love myself from a place where I no longer hide. Where I understood that feeling intensely is not an excess, but a truth that deserves its place. I love myself when I choose myself without witnesses, when I stay with myself even on days when doubting would be easier than trusting. Self-love was born the day I stopped forcing myself to be tough, and started treating myself with the same delicacy I offer when someone really matters..

I learned to recognize my worth without having to prove it. To accept my silences, my pauses, my depths. I love myself when I listen to myself without giving up, when I understand that not everything has to be solved immediately and that it is also allowed to feel without conclusions. To love me was to stop fleeing what I am and start living in me with respect.

I learned to recognize my worth without having to prove it. To accept my silences, my pauses, my depths. I love myself when I listen to myself without giving up, when I understand that not everything has to be solved immediately and that it is also allowed to feel without conclusions. To love me was to stop fleeing what I am and start living in me with respect.

From that place, I learned to love others. Not by necessity, but by conscious choice. Loving has ceased to be an emergency to become a presence. I like the proximity that does not invade, the intimacy that is built without forcing, the desire that is expressed without fear of being felt. I like when two people meet without trying to change each other, just recognizing each other.

I loved with intensity, open heart, without exact measures. And I also learned to let go without turning the memory into guilt. For not everything that ends is a failure; some stories fulfill their meaning by awakening something that was sleeping. Loving is also knowing how to thank what has been lived without demanding that it remains.

Discovering myself was an essential part of the journey. Allowing me to cross my own limits, to question my certainties, to discover new ways of feeling. I understood that changing does not mean losing, but expanding. Exploring was daring to love differently, to desire with more awareness, to live without rigid versions of myself.

Today, I like from a clearer place. Without promises that I do not feel, without fears disguised in distance. I love with intention, with attention, with body and mind present. I love with calm, without extinguishing the intensity that defines me.

I love myself because I learned to stay. I love others because I know how to share without losing myself. I like the encounter, the connection, the conscious giving. I like what builds slowly, what feels real, what doesn't need to be exaggerated to be profound.

I love the experience of living because it continues to attract me, to awaken me, to invite me to discover. Because there are still inner paths to travel and encounters to feel. Loving, for me, is a way to be awake.