She Was Sea

I can’t be less me, for you to love me.

Love me fully, in whole. Not in bits and pieces of what I could be. Love me for who I am, as I am. Not for what’s possible.

I am not a project in progress, consider me complete.

If not, I can’t.

People change, evolve and grow. But I’m not growing anymore today. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, but maybe never too.

What if I don’t grow, will you love me despite?