The wound and the way you love are one gesture, a single reach you cannot break into parts. The injury you carry and your capacity for tenderness rest on one degree of your chart and move together: you love from the exact place you were hurt, you find beauty by way of the scar. Your affection runs deep because it knows from the inside what it is to feel unlovable, and that makes the warmth you give startlingly real. People feel chosen by you in a way that holds. The trap is loving others tirelessly from the wound while quietly believing the same tenderness could never once be turned back toward you.