I am just a girl.
Standing at the edge of love, unsure and full of “maybes.” Maybe I’ve been wrong about everything. Maybe they love me just as much as I love them. Maybe my insecurities have clouded the truth, making me question things that aren’t even there.
What if the information I held onto was wrong? What if I’ve been protecting myself from a hurt that isn’t even real? There are so many “maybes,” so many unknowns. But what I do know is that loving them feels like the best thing in the world. And being loved by them—oh, it feels like home.
O God of love, if you’re listening, please let this be real. My heart isn’t built for deceit or the sting of betrayal. It’s fragile, hopeful, and completely open. I’m just a girl, in love, hoping for something true, something real.
I am just a girl.
A girl who might have been wrong about a person she loves. A girl who, in her moments of doubt, forgot to consider the love they’ve shown, the care they’ve given. Maybe they do love me as deeply as I love them. Maybe all the overthinking is just my insecurity speaking, and it has nothing to do with them at all.
Maybe the information I had—the doubts, the fear—it was wrong. So many maybes, so much uncertainty, and maybe I don’t even know for sure. But what I do know is that loving them and being loved by them feels great. It feels warm, true, and like the most natural thing in the world.
O God of love… help this be real.
My heart has no way to deal with deceit or pain. I don’t think I could handle betrayal or heartbreak because all I want is something true, something real.
Please let this be real because I am just a girl, a girl …in love.
