You will be loved,
You will be accepted,
You will not be alone forever.
You will love,
You will be happy,
You will be free,
You won’t feel trapped forever.
You will see her,
She will see you,
And you both will know your love isn’t wrong.
You’ll know she’s the one,
the woman you will you grow old with,
the one who allows you to be yourself,
the one who you’re free to let your hair down with,
the one you’ll love til the end of time.
You will feel light,
You will be in awe,
You will finally be the woman you were meant to be.
The pain of shame will not go on forever.
You will live, you will live for you, and you will live without shame or sorrow.
My love letter to the young lesbians too afraid to be who they are.
It gets better