You are not hard to love.

But sometimes it feels like you are.
Because the world taught you to be strong before it taught you how to be safe.
Because you learned how to stand on your own before anyone ever stayed long enough to hold you.
Because you learned how to keep going even when your heart was quietly asking for rest.

You became the strong one because you had to.
You became the understanding one.
The forgiving one.
The one who doesn’t fall apart in front of people.
The one who listens more than they speak.
The one who keeps showing up even when they are exhausted inside.