Soft Hearts in a Hard World

To Those Who Love Hard: This One’s for You

Hiya People of my Laive

Welcome to a new month! April is here, and with it comes a fresh beginning, a new chapter, and—most importantly—my birth month! So, get your coins ready to spoil me because, darling, I deserve it.

Today, I want to share something close to my heart. Something I wish I had known before my twenties, before I had to learn the hard way.

For years, I thought loving deeply was a flaw. I used to wrestle with the weight of my own heart, ashamed that I felt too much, loved too hard, cared too deeply. I told myself I needed to be "less"—less emotional, less giving, less open—because the world made me feel like I was too much.

But here’s what I know now: The world doesn’t need less love. It needs more.

My ability to love—fully, recklessly, without restraint—is not my weakness. It is my strength. Love is not something to be ashamed of; it’s something to be proud of. And today, I am proud. Proud that I love deeply. Proud that I feel everything so intensely. Proud that even after heartbreak, disappointment, and betrayal, I still choose love.

I remember the first time I thought love had finally found me. I gave my heart completely, believing I had met my forever. And then, just like that, betrayal. The kind that shakes you to your core, that makes you swear you will never love again. "Never again," I whispered to myself, thinking my heart had finally learned its lesson. But love is stubborn, isn’t it? It found me again. And again, I opened my heart. And again, I got it broken. You would think by now, I would have stopped believing in love—but here I am, still loving, still believing, still hoping.

And it’s not just in romance. Friendships have taught me the same lesson. I have been the friend who gave, who showed up, who cared, only to be met with betrayal, silence, or loss. And for a while, I built walls. I told myself I would never let anyone in again. But guess what? I did. Because I refuse to let the hurt of yesterday rob me of the beauty of today.

I am the friend who ends every call with “I love you.” The one who checks in, who cries when you cry, who celebrates your wins like they’re my own. I love hard, and I love well. That will never change. Because love—true, abundant, overflowing love—is not a burden; it’s a gift.

But let’s be honest, loving like this isn’t easy. There are days when I ask myself, “What’s the point?” Why keep pouring out when the world seems to take more than it gives? Why open my heart when I’ve seen firsthand how painful it is when people mishandle it? The easy answer would be to stop. To close myself off, to love cautiously, to never let anyone too close. But I know deep down that would never be me. I am not built to love in halves or conditions. I do not know how to ration my care or affection. And while that may mean more heartbreak along the way, it also means I get to experience love in its most beautiful, unfiltered, soul-stretching form.

I’ve come to realize that love is not just about how others receive it—it’s about who I am when I give it. And I love being a person who loves hard, who forgives, who finds joy in making people feel seen and valued. Love has softened me and strengthened me at the same time. It has broken me and built me again, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

So, Dear Person of my Laive, let me tell you something: If you are someone who loves deeply, who feels everything, who gives and gives even when it hurts—don’t ever let the world convince you that this is a flaw. It is not. It is your superpower.

Even on your hardest days, you are a masterpiece. You, in all your tenderness, your kindness, your resilience. You are proof that softness survives, that love endures, that beauty exists even in the messiest, most imperfect moments.

So as we step into this new month together, promise me this—love yourself first. Fiercely, unapologetically, without hesitation. And then, let that love spill over into the world. Because the world doesn’t just need more love. It needs your love.

May this month bring you peace, joy, and all the love your heart can hold. And as for me? Well, my loves, it’s my birth month; 10th April (save the date)

I expect nothing but love, surprises, and all the spoiling I deserve. 💛

Happy April!

Love,

Fayvourebirth.