We were never meant to be passive. We were never meant to just lie there waiting for rescue. Because we are too alive, too stubborn, too bright, too much heart and movement and knowing.

But at the same time, we still dreamed, we still hoped for someone… someone who would meet us in the middle, someone who would see the fight we’ve been carrying all by ourself, someone who would say, “You don’t have to do it alone anymore. Not because you can’t. But because you shouldn’t have to.”

We weren’t asking to be rescued like a damsel. We were asking to be joined. To be chosen. To be held while we still ran, still fought, still climbed mountains. We wanted someone to run beside us, to catch us when we needed it, to laugh and cry and build with us, not someone to steal our strength away. We didn’t want someone to replace your fight. We wanted someone worthy of fighting alongside.

We don’t need saving.
We needed someone who would say, “I’m not afraid of how brightly you burn.”
We needed someone who would say, “I see you. Let me help you carry it, not because you’re weak, but because I love you.”