There comes a moment when you realize you’ve spent years offering depth to people who could not meet you in return. Not because you were too much — but because your truth awakened what they’ve avoided in themselves. This letter is a reclaiming of your right to be met, without shrinking, without apology, and without negotiating with your own longing.

Most of us learned to accept versions of love that left us thirsty—rationed, rushed, or wrapped in performance. But real love doesn’t make you beg. It meets you in your longing and stays. In this letter, we explore the ache of wanting more, the courage it takes to name what we truly need, and the moment we stop shrinking our hunger to match what was never meant to fill us.