For people like me, love is spelled
T.I.M.E — the moments you choose to stay.

For people like me, love is spelled
E.F.F.O.R.T.S — the weight you carry without being asked.

For people like me, love is spelled
R.E.S.P.E.C.T — the way you hold my name like it matters.

For people like me, love is spelled
V.U.L.N.E.R.A.B.I.L.I.T.Y — the courage to be seen, raw and unguarded, without fear of being judged.

For people like me, love is spelled
L.O.Y.A.L.T.Y — the silence that never turns into absence.

For people like me, love is spelled
A.C.T.I.O.N — not just words dressed in poetry.

For people like me, love is spelled
S.P.A.C.E — the room to breathe without fear of being forgotten.

For people like me, love is spelled
U.N.D.E.R.S.T.A.N.D.I.N.G — the patience to hear the things I don’t know how to say.

For people like me, love is spelled
T.R.U.S.T — the certainty that even in distance, I am not alone.

For people like me, love is spelled
F.R.E.E.D.O.M — the wings you don’t clip just to keep me close.

For people like me, love is spelled
C.O.N.S.I.S.T.E.N.C.Y — the small things you do, even when no one is watching.

For people like me, love is spelled
H.O.N.E.S.T.Y — the truth that holds me even when it hurts.

For people like me, love is spelled
P.R.O.T.E.C.T.I.O.N — not in shields, but in the way you guard my peace.

For people like me, love is spelled
P.R.E.S.E.N.C.E — showing up, not just in body, but in soul.

For people like me, love is spelled
A.C.C.E.P.T.A.N.C.E — knowing my flaws and still choosing to stay.

For people like me, love is spelled
S.I.L.E.N.C.E — the kind that feels like home, not distance.

For people like me, love is spelled
E.N.C.O.U.R.A.G.E.M.E.N.T — believing in me when I forget how to.

For people like me, love is spelled
P.A.T.I.E.N.C.E — never rushing the way I heal.

For people like me, love is spelled
G.R.A.T.I.T.U.D.E — the little ways we remind each other, I see you.

For people like me, love is spelled
R.E.A.S.S.U.R.A.N.C.E — the quiet reminders that I am not replaceable.

For people like me, love is spelled
S.A.F.E.T.Y — the feeling of being unguarded and still protected.

For people like me, love is spelled
L.E.N.I.E.N.C.Y — not every mistake demands an exit.

For people like me, love is spelled
D.E.D.I.C.A.T.I.O.N — standing beside each other even when the world forgets.

For people like me, love is spelled as
P.L.A.T.O.N.I.C — the connection that holds depth beyond romantic words, untouched by time or distance.

For people like me, love is spelled as
H.U.M.A.N — the kindness that exist without conditions or expectations.

For people like me, love is spelled
H.O.M.E — not a place, but the presence of those who never make you feel alone.

— Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent