Unconditional Love

We've all loved someone—or something—unconditionally. A pet. A child. A friend. A parent. Someone who didn't have to earn it, didn't have to prove anything. You just... loved them. Fiercely. Without question. For me, it was a kitten. We went to see them on a grey, suffocating afternoon. The sky felt heavy, like it was pressing down on every thought, every quiet worry I carried. Inside, chaos erupted—tiny paws skidding like sparks on concrete, squeaky meows ricocheting, furballs wrestling like the world was on fire. All except one.

She lay in a patch of sunlight, curled tight, untouched by the storm around her. Still. Perfectly calm. Like she existed in her own gravity, and nothing else mattered.

I picked her up. She was warm, soft, white as snow, a living heartbeat against my chest. One slow blink. A delicate lick to my finger.

And I felt something explode inside me.

Flake. She became mine in that moment.

I brought her home. And she stayed.

Not in the dramatic way—no grand gestures, no performances. Just... present. Constant. There.

She didn't flinch at my mess. Didn't flinch when I overthought, when I spiraled, when I showed her every crack I tried to hide from everyone else. She just curled up next to me, purring, like my chaos was the most natural thing in the world.

She stayed. Fierce. Loyal. Unshakable.

And somewhere in the quiet of living with her, I realized: I had starved for this kind of love. The kind that doesn't test you. Doesn't keep score. Doesn't ask you to be smaller, calmer, easier.

The kind that just... stays.

And then the question hit me like a punch to the chest: Why is it so easy to love her—to love others—without limits, and yet so impossible to love myself the same way?

Flake didn't earn my love. She didn't have to prove anything. She just existed, and I loved her fiercely, unconditionally, without question.

So why couldn't I do that for myself?

Love isn't soft. Love isn't polite. Love is fire. Love is staying—even when it's hard, even when you're messy, even when you don't think you deserve it.

And in that moment, I swore to myself: I would start giving that love to me. Fierce. Untamed. No apologies.

Maybe you've felt it too.

Maybe someone—or something—once held space for you without question, and you realised: this is what love actually feels like.

So tell me - who knows all of you, but stays anyway?

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