This time, I was truly happy with who I was. I was finally living a life where I no longer needed validation from others. I didn't crave approval, didn't ask for acceptance - I simply existed in my truth, quietly and peacefully.
But life, as always, had its own plans.
Love found its way back into my life - gently, unexpectedly. I wasn't searching. I wasn't hoping. It just happened.
It started with a random app I downloaded, thinking it was just a game. To my surprise, it turned out to be a dating app. I didn't take it seriously at first; I just opened it out of curiosity. But then, I saw her. The most beautiful smile. Something about her stopped me in my tracks.
She messaged me first - and I replied. We talked every day for a month. I was drawn to her, and eventually, I confessed how I felt. She turned me down - kindly, gently. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but it left me a little shy, a little embarrassed… and strangely, liking her even more.
Months passed, and things changed. We became a couple.
And for the first time in a long time, I experienced a kind of love I had only imagined. She surprised me with her thoughtfulness, her laughter, her energy. She made me feel seen. She made me feel enough.
She never once hid me. She posted about me on her social media - not because I asked her to, but because she wanted to. She was loud and proud in loving me. Despite the distance between us, she went out of her way to make me feel secure, valued, and genuinely loved.
This time, I didn't question myself. I didn't overthink it. I didn't seek permission to feel the way I did.
But still… I couldn't post her openly. I was still hiding her from my family. I told myself I didn't care what others thought, but deep down, I was afraid. I feared rejection, confrontation, disappointment. I feared losing the love I had fought so hard to find.
But she didn't pressure me. She waited. She understood. And somehow, that gave me courage.
Because this time, I didn't want to lose her - not to fear, not to shame, not to silence. I realized that the only thing scarier than coming out was the thought of hiding her forever.
So, I made a choice:
To stop hiding.
To take the risk.
To let love be seen.