I, too

I fought for it countless times

before I finally let go.

I tried to understand everything—

over and over—

even when it made no sense,

until I could no longer hold on.

Perhaps,

after all the struggles,

my heart simply grew tired of waiting.

Then one day,

I woke up and realized

that I, too,

deserve to be understood,

to be fought for,

and to be loved.