a taste of my thoughts on my rediscovery of platonic love

today was the first day I felt truly loved for the first time in an extremely long time. I have found fulfillment in platonic relationships that reminds me of the first time I made a real connection with someone outside of my family. I felt hugged and guided without someone holding my hand and showing me the way. instead we walked together, naturally, wherever felt right with no tell of  direction. as our shoes walk forward, I realized that letting go of what was is what led me here; after focusing my entire embodiment of love on one person, I had forgotten that showing others how my love feels allows me to open doors to welcome the different ways they love me back. gentle conversations and almost horrendous group laughter are now something I look forward to. putting my emotional safety in the hands of one other that constantly made me second guess my decision convinced me that I was not safe around anyone; all and all, I simply was just not safe around him. now that I hug people I can call good friends, I feel safe in their arms, with my name in their mouths talking about the love we cultivate between us. I forgot how good platonic love feels; feels akin to rediscovering an old favorite song again. today was the first day I rediscovered true love again for the first time in an extremely long time.