Choose me, when the silent storm of my own uncertainty

Choose me, when the silent storm of my own uncertainty tears the seams of my being like lightning splitting the sky, when my heart becomes a battlefield, and doubts are invisible soldiers marching against the truth you have always carried like an unwavering light. Choose me, even when I break under the weight of self-doubt, when my soul is a sculpture of sand shaped by the wind of uncertainty whispering unease, choose me, and in that choice, gently remind me that I am worthy of love, even in my glass-like fragility. For I am more than the shadows that follow me at night, more than the ghosts of fears that wrap me in silence, and the light I carry within me, though often hidden, is a guiding star that deserves to be discovered and cherished, a rare treasure in the deep abyss of an unknown ocean. Choose me like a flower opening its petals to the sun, even when the sky is covered with heavy and silent clouds, for in your love, I find a refuge of peace and hope, where I can exist in all my complexity of dreams and desires, and learn to live in light, not just in the shadow of memories. Choose me, and in choosing me, show me that love is not just a dream, but a reality that can dwell in every corner of our hearts, for in your choice, I find the courage to ardently believe that I am more than a wandering soul lost adrift, but a whole awaiting fulfillment by your love.