sunflowers

Sunflowers taught me about love — the kind that stands tall even when no one is watching. They showed me that to love myself is to keep turning toward the light, even when the sky is grey.

They never ask if they are enough; they just bloom. Quietly. Boldly. With faith that the sun will return. And maybe that’s what love is — a gentle belief in your own becoming, a promise to rise again, golden, no matter how many times you’ve wilted.